Muffled Voice: Mmmpph, mmmpph outta here, get me oummpphhh.

Shredder: I'm cutting as fast as I can. Oh the hell with it, I'll try it this way.

Muffled Voice: WWWWWWWAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ~gurgle~

Shredder: Oops.

Skeletor: ~sigh~ I'll order another one...

Shortly thereafter...

Foot Soldier: ~gasp~ God, I thought I was going to die in there.

Skeletor: There's still time, with Mr. CuisinArt over there.

Shredder: Shut up!

Foot Soldier: Okay, can you help me out of here now? It's getting stinky.

Skeletor: Hoo-ya! Now that we have our plan in place, off to Castle Greyskull!

Shredder: We have a plan?

Skeletor: Uhh... fuck.

Foot Soldier: Uhh. Do I have a name or anything?

Foot Soldier: What are you doing?

Skeletor: Tying you down so you can't get away.

Foot Soldier: Oh, okay... wait, what?

Skeletor: Don't worry, just think happy thoughts.

He-Man: Oh, a catapult. How original.

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