Shredder: We'll see about that, She-Man! Strap me in, Skeletor!
Skeletor: That just sounds wrong on many, many levels.
~thunk~
~splat~
Skeletor: Ha, ha. That looked like it hurt, you fucker.
Skeletor: Enough licking our wounds, we must move on.
Shredder: Don't touch me.
Skeletor: Oh "strap me in." The catapult was just a fucking brilliant idea, wasn't it? What did I ever do without you? Before you came along, I could never open sardine cans, and now...