 AgentQ: Turns out all those portraits of Jesus were really flattering. |  Jazzsoda: "Dammit! The headband on these headphones keeps slipping in front of my eyes!"
"Let me adjust that-"
"What the fuck? I'm going into battle with a guy who gets psyched up listening to Enya??" |  HanoverF: For some reason the action figure for Baboons Ass Face Man never sold  Reynard_T_Fox: Failed Superhero #98: OranguMan  Jazzsoda: "You gonna move? Snailor's pissed at you." "He's been chasing me for weeks. Not exactly a feverish pursuit." "I know, but you take it for granted too much and he's gonna-" "Listen, I can take care of myseAAAAAAAGH!!"  AgentQ: "What are you doing, He-Man? You never wore shoulderpads and a cape." "I'm trying a new look. I think it's--" "You're just hiding your hellacious backne, aren't you?" "You are not cool, Sorceress. Not cool at all."  JediClone: *flips the skin on his face upward* "I CANT BREATHE IN THIS THING!" *dies*  Reynard_T_Fox: "It's dangerous out there. You'll need one of these." *pops arm off* "Thank you." *pops arm on his right shoulder* Guy in back: "Okay seriously, what the fuck?"  AgentQ: First rule of personal safety: Never accept unmarked buckets of fried chicken from grown-up Billy Mumy. Second rule of personal safety: Like the first rule, but with Danny Bonaduce instead. Reynard_T_Fox: "Seriously man, this bubble tea is awesome!" *deep-throats the straw*  JediClone: "Hello kiddies! In tonight's twisted tale, HELLitor and the SCAREsoress battle for the life of Man-At-HARMS! Ahahahahahaah! I call this 'By The Power Of Gruesome...' "  Jazzsoda: "Did you get your hair done-" "Yep!" "-at the Cookie Nook again?" "I keep telling you they have the best specials!" "AND I KEEP TELLING YOU IT'S A COOKIE SHO- Forget it. Your hair smells nice."  AgentQ: Somehow, Daryl Hall manages to get booed off the stage during a sound check.  GodoHell: By the looks of it, his entire existence is parenthetical.  Reynard_T_Fox: "Don't hate me just because I've been assimilated."  Generik: "The Queen from my Fido Dido chess set wants its own radio show. Queen to radio programmer's six!" "I... don't think it works quite that way, sir..." "Queen to radio programmer's eight!"  GodoHell: "Hey! Anybody know where the pisser is?"  AgentQ: "It's a Swiss Army Everything. It has an infinite number of functions." "Wow, that's--" "Remarkably inexpensive. I know this guy who knows a guy, and they don't get along." "What?" "What's what?"  GodoHell: "And so how long have you had these nosebleeds?" 'Well, they started the very day I got this necklace.'  AgentQ: "Hey, have you seen our opposition?" "Wow, have I." "It's like the Headbanger's Ball took a shit, and then died in the shit it just took." "I'm quaking in my boots at the thought of fighting Albino Monkey Man."  HanoverF: "Dad, my koosh ball came alive and started eating hotdogs, can I keep him?"  JediClone: "Heartburn! Nausea! Indegestion! Upset stomach! Diahrea!" Worst. Battlecry. Ever.  GodoHell: Say what you will about the Sith-- their igloos rock.  JediClone: H.R. Geiger's H.R. Pufinstuff  HanoverF: The final battle would be more impressive if Skeletor didn't keep sitting down asking to take five, and He-Man had to be the good guy and let him  AgentQ: "For the last time, just because I'm dressed like this does not mean I'm easy, okay?" "Come on. I haven't had it in years." "I am Skeletor's second-in-command and a powerful wizard." "And I'm lonely!"  HanoverF: "What? What did I miss? I'm taking it easy at a day spa, I left my brother Skeletony in charge of things." |
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