Ted: Hey, plastic doesn't biodegrade. Besides, what do I care? I'm already fucking rich. Hahahahaha!
Singers: Money, money, money, money, money...
Skeletor: Where the hell did that music come from?
Ted: Jim has Anthology in the CD player.
He-Man: And now back to what I do best, kicking the dead guy's ass!
Skeletor: My ass decomposed a long time ago, there's nothing there but my thighbone.
He-Man: Nevertheless, prepare to die... or some reasonable facsimile thereof!
~thunk thunk~
Skeletor: Again, Da'aaaaaaaahhh!
And once again the fucking loser was sent away in defeat. I'm getting tired of pointing that out, but what the hell, we need to fill some space before the next frame. Anyway, back on Snake Mountain/bookcase...
Skeletor: Well, it's been a rough day. It makes me feel good though, that I can still come home to a lifeless husk of a girl. Come here, sweet thing.
Tri-Klops: The lighting's good, and the camera is ready, boss!
Skeletor: Good. You win this time, He-Man, but I'll be back. Mwahahahaha! Now where did I put that lubrication?
Repo Man: Can someone let me out now? I haven't eaten for three days. Hello?
TO BE CONTINUED...