IRS: Hey! Keep it down up there, I'm trying to work!

Skeletor: 'Da hell?

Skeletor: Well, we have a neighbor. What are you doing on the lower slope of Snake Mountain?

IRS: What are you doing on the high rise of IRS Headquarters?

Skeletor: IRS what? How dare you try and usurp my crates, er... mountain. Don't make me come down there!

Skeletor: Now you've done it, I?m down here.

IRS: I can see that.

Skeletor: What the hell are you doing here?

IRS: I?ve come to collect from all the tax cheats of the room. Have you paid your property tax?

Skeletor: Property tax? You think I bought this place? I just climbed it and stuck a gecko tail on top.

IRS: You?re a squatter, eh? Ah well, that's not my department. Hey, do you think I look like Bruce Campbell from this angle?

Skeletor: Who?

IRS: Never mind. Would you happen to know anyone who does own some property around here?

Skeletor: Hmmm... I may, at that. Mwahahahahaha!

~knock knock~

He-Man: Who's there?

IRS: It's the fucking tax-man! Get your tax-cheatin' ass out here!

He-Man: I'm in the shower. Give me a sec.

Mekaneck: Let me back in! I promise I'll never bonk again!

He-Man: Now waddya want?

IRS: You haven't paid your property tax! If you don't comply with my demands, I'll order this castle repossessed! So there!

Skeletor: You're fucked now! Mwahahahaha!

He-Man: Shut up!

Skeletor: Hey, do you just wear that belt all the time now? Did you have it on in the shower?

He-Man: So? What's your point?

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