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00:22:46
Christopher McCulloch, James Urbaniak, Doc Hammer
13
Finally someone who understands that serration is only good for bread.
Only the perfect habiliment for the science-minded man...
A blowgun dart, two shark's teeth, the tip of a bayonet...
Maybe they'll think you're a three-year-old with progeria and take pity on us.
Well, I'm gonna get a nosh. You coming?
that will aid the henchman in his wondrous world of career henching.
We shall invite Manta Claus and Animus. No, wait. That's awkward.
Well, I'm out. No thanks to you schmuck! Guess where I am now?
That's a short-sleeved jumpsuit. Check the workwear department in the back.
a loner, and lacks ties to friends and family.
Shopkeeper, the lady would like to inspect the Wüsthofs!
- 21, this is The Monarch speaking. - Boss? Holy crud!
You have to feel the heft to really appreciate it.
I know that you love playing make-believe but a lunatic has kidnapped my family...
It's an ambush. Boys, get back!
And suffer the embarrassment of not having enough pickle forks for the party?
I'm not your mommy! And I put a tracer on The Monarch...
Because when I'd lay my world-weary brow on your perfect breasts...
Yeah, yeah. Keep laughing while I totally emancipate you.
You can't do that. When you threw me out, I was devastate.
I've been rend asunder by your violence!
no offense to Dr. Venture, and he's kidnap my girlfriend.
Never mind. Just summon the others and get over here.
And I can't even breathe! I'm drown in my own hate!
I can't believe I'm sharing the same air as my sworn enemy!
I forgive you.
All right, fine. Maybe The Monarch's just better equip.
The new guys stole some parts from Sergeant Hatred's hover tank...
- What did I ever do to you? - How dare you?! As if you...
I smell weed.
What is it with you dicks? The minute an experiment mess up...
From what I've gather, The Monarch is only guilty of poor judgment...
And suffer the embarrassment of not having enough pickle forks for the party?
You... ing idiot! What the hell are we suppose to do with this crap?
You've been shot. Sadly, it wasn't fatal.
"That guy's a pussy. I sure hope a much cooler bad guy kick his ass."
said The Monarch grudgingly.
I've been rend asunder by your violence!
This one is elegantly understated and the color has a dancer flair to it.
lies the most technologically advanced system of controlled evil in existence.
You, sir, are sitting smack dab in the middle of location "B"...
You, sir, are sitting smack dab in the middle of location "B"...
What, are you gonna pretend that we just accidentally ran into each other?
You've been shot. Sadly, it wasn't fatal.
- You know damn well I'm staying... - Dr. Venture.
you two are gonna have to put aside your differences and work together!
Because your tree fort is falling apart or because you love me?
You'll want a sleek profile yet roomy. A properly fit speedsuit should crotch...
Finally someone who understands that serration is only good for bread.
- Code blue! - I want you to grow up! But it's late now.
There you are. We're almost ready.
Be outside. I don't want to have to talk to your mom.
- You actually did what I told you? - Yeah. We are up and running.
Yeah, most of them joined up with Monstroso's crew when you went inside.
The future supe scientist will be wearing it out.
I am sitting in the charred remains of my once mighty flying cocoon.
That's all me. The outcome of a botched experiment that made me evil.
She's standing around. Quick! Evasive maneuvers now!
I'm gonna get up and pound your smug face into that armrest.
This one is elegantly understated and the color has a dancer flair to it.
It's unbearable. First, a mutiny, and now...
And you have to admit it is a pretty formidable collection.
The most reckless, graceless exhibition of henchmen that I've ever seen!
We shall invite Manta Claus and Animus. No, wait. That's awkward.
Could it be that you were tailing me in a gigantic floating cocoon?
You'll want a sleek profile yet roomy. A properly fit speedsuit should crotch...
Number 2 with fried rice, get down!
Behind these modest walls...
a twisted paper clip, and a meager handful of buckshot.
You've been shot. Sadly, it wasn't fatal.
How does an enormous flying cocoon sound to you?
Steady. Steady now. Keep your distance.