Baxter: I am the greatest evil scientist to ever be turned into a bowtie wearing insect! Boo-ya!

Skeletor: I'm happy that you're happy, but I wish the things would hurry up and get huge.

Cobra Commander: Greatingsssss! I have come to check up on your progressssss!

Skeletor: Why do you only have your hissing lisp part of the time?

Cobra Commander: Ask Chris Latta, I don't know.

Cobra Commander: So, how goes it?

Skeletor: I think we may have the ultimate weapon.

Cobra Commander: As a man who's had over two hundred ultimate weapons, I'll be the judge of that!

Baxter: Lalalalala! I love my job...

Skeletor: The question remains, what should be do with this thing?

Cobra Commander: Where do your efforts usually go?

~creak~

Baxter: Uh oh, maybe standing on top on this thing was a bad idea.

~splash, crunch~

Skeletor: I usually try and take Castle Greyskull from He-Man, but he may just be strong enough to repel a monster attack.

Baxter: Uh... can you help me? I'm being attacked... ~glub~

Cobra Commander: Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

Baxter: Hello? They're going to drown me if they don't eat me first!

Skeletor: Perhaps you're right. It's worth a try. I just wish they'd hurry up and mature.

Baxter: They're fucking matured, and they're killing me! Help! Oh, maybe I shouldn't have created giant monsters known for eating flies...

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