Gandalf: It is merely to keep them broken and subservient.
Skeletor: What's with He-Man, anyway?
Gandalf: Without an annoyingly incompetent buffoon to kick around, He-Man was able to lure the room into a false sense of security, and eventually enslaved them all. He now rules over the room with an iron... fist.
Gandalf: Without evil there can be no good... and in the absence of good, there can only be evil. But that is impossible because without evil, there is no good.
Skeletor: My head hurts.
He-Dad: Son, how could you do this to us? Especially me, your own father! Back in my day, we never enslaved the people we were pledged to protect.
He-Man: Silence, pops! You were a terrible He-Man! And everyone knew you were Prince Adam! At least I GROW muscles when I raise my sword!
He-Dad: Can I at least have some clothes?
He-Man: No.
He-Man: And what was with that purple vest, anyway!? ~crack~ I will NOT have anyone in my room look like a waiter at the Taj Mahal! ~crack~
He-Dad: Ow... you youngins just don't have any respect! In my day, we had to walk through five miles of snow uphill just to fight a lowly minion...
He-Man: No you didn't! You had big flying thingies! I've seen your crappy show. And there was no snow in Eternia! It was just a giant wasteland with one castle and BOULDERS! ~crack~
Skeletor: How horrible. All those people subjected to rule under one maniacal tyrant... and it's not ME! And stop holding your staff like me!
Gandalf: I've been holding my staff like this for centuries! I oughta bust a cap in your ass.
Skeletor: Anyway, someone has to stop him!
Gandalf: You cannot interact, remember?
Skeletor: Well, then...
He-Man: Bring the women to me! All of them!
Skeletor: Why is he still wearing that belt if we never had a match for it!?
Gandalf: He won it from some big, yellow freak named 'Hawk' or something. I don't know, that stuff's so fake. I don't watch it.