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He has somehow figured out how to rhyme. I swear I have no clue how he is doing this. Is it just coincidence?
madeline: prob'ly. so... what kind of flower are you?
Lyric: The kind of flower are I I like the kind that makes me want to sigh.
Love Agent: What kind of girl do you think I am?
Lyric: The kind of girl do you think I am that the west would need to tame a troubled land.
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ust Twinkle: Looking for someone to kill. Care to volunteer?
rainstorm: No.
Just Twinkle: Well, just do the best you can with those. They're not ideal, stilettos.
rainstorm: *backs away slowly*
Just Twinkle: I must be Miss Astrid's twin brother then, Miss rainstorm.
rainstorm: I thought you were female.
Just Twinkle: Dont say any more. I love you, rainstorm.
rainstorm: Please don't try to hug me.
Just Twinkle: And its no good offering me used notes and trips to Bermuda because Ive got a rare skin disease and cant go in the sun without a Womans Realm on my head.
rainstorm: A Woman's Realm? what is that
Just Twinkle: Theyre black lace-ups, fifteen ninety-nine.
rainstorm: Well then.
Just Twinkle: After all, you are the confused of Acorn Antiques now. Hello?
rainstorm: Hello.
Just Twinkle: Theyre full of glamorous women, arent they?
rainstorm: Yes, it's enough to make your head spin.
Just Twinkle: Is it true you had the biggest surviving multiple birth in the world?
rainstorm: yes.
Just Twinkle: Well turn the wireless on and we can do the flower arranging dance
rainstorm: What should I name my 12 babies?
Just Twinkle: Does it work the cooker as well?
rainstorm: Not yet, they're still very small.
ainstorm: Not yet, they're still very small.
Just Twinkle: Oh, come on rainstorm. Mrs Caped Crusaders practically one of the family.
rainstorm: My family is big enough as it is at this point. You try having two sets of sextuplets at the same time.
Just Twinkle: Well its a long time since Ive seen a 12 babies as expensive as that.
rainstorm: Why thank you. Aren't they darling?
Just Twinkle: Oh, no! After all that trouble you went to, to find her a pleated skirt.
rainstorm: You just insulted my babies! The nerve!
Just Twinkle: Can I borrow your 12 babies, rainstorm?
rainstorm: No!
Just Twinkle: No thats just my lighthearted way of saying we girls are genetically programmed to rinse those dusters.
rainstorm: You stay away from my babies.
Just Twinkle: Do you have any 12 babieses that fasten with Velcro?
rainstorm: What would be the purpose of velcro-ing a baby?
Just Twinkle: No milk for me.
rainstorm: Oh sorry. By now I'm handing out baby bottles on autopilot. So many of them, you know.
Just Twinkle: I know when it was. Was the tenth of September,
rainstorm: Yes.
Just Twinkle: Yes, Mrs rainstorm. I should jolly well think it does.
rainstorm: So why are you trying to buy my babies from me?
Just Twinkle: Why havent I had a family is big enough as it is at this point?
rainstorm: Well you certainly can't steal my children to get one! Give birth to your own!
Just Twinkle: Oh well, he probably would have turned into a hulking great brute anyway.
rainstorm: lol
Just Twinkle: Ho ho ho.
rainstorm: So now you're santa?
Just Twinkle: So you and Derek weren't having an affair after all?
rainstorm: No. Derek was not the father.
Just Twinkle: No the secret of my youthful appearance is simply mashed swede. As a face-mask, as a night cap, and in an emergency, as a draught-excluder.
rainstorm: So you're committing genocide on Sweden just to maintain your skin's youthful appearance? How cruel!
Just Twinkle: Shall I come along with you and youll find something to sponge it with?
rainstorm: I'm not sponging you.
Just Twinkle: Not to worry Bingo tonight.
rainstorm: Go sponge yourself.
Just Twinkle: What do you mean?
rainstorm: Aaargh.
Just Twinkle: I love you.
rainstorm: No.
Just Twinkle: Well, just do the best you can with those. They're not ideal, stilettos.
rainstorm: *backs away slowly*
Just Twinkle: I must be Miss Astrid's twin brother then, Miss rainstorm.
rainstorm: I thought you were female.
Just Twinkle: Dont say any more. I love you, rainstorm.
rainstorm: Please don't try to hug me.
Just Twinkle: And its no good offering me used notes and trips to Bermuda because Ive got a rare skin disease and cant go in the sun without a Womans Realm on my head.
rainstorm: A Woman's Realm? what is that
Just Twinkle: Theyre black lace-ups, fifteen ninety-nine.
rainstorm: Well then.
Just Twinkle: After all, you are the confused of Acorn Antiques now. Hello?
rainstorm: Hello.
Just Twinkle: Theyre full of glamorous women, arent they?
rainstorm: Yes, it's enough to make your head spin.
Just Twinkle: Is it true you had the biggest surviving multiple birth in the world?
rainstorm: yes.
Just Twinkle: Well turn the wireless on and we can do the flower arranging dance
rainstorm: What should I name my 12 babies?
Just Twinkle: Does it work the cooker as well?
rainstorm: Not yet, they're still very small.
ainstorm: Not yet, they're still very small.
Just Twinkle: Oh, come on rainstorm. Mrs Caped Crusaders practically one of the family.
rainstorm: My family is big enough as it is at this point. You try having two sets of sextuplets at the same time.
Just Twinkle: Well its a long time since Ive seen a 12 babies as expensive as that.
rainstorm: Why thank you. Aren't they darling?
Just Twinkle: Oh, no! After all that trouble you went to, to find her a pleated skirt.
rainstorm: You just insulted my babies! The nerve!
Just Twinkle: Can I borrow your 12 babies, rainstorm?
rainstorm: No!
Just Twinkle: No thats just my lighthearted way of saying we girls are genetically programmed to rinse those dusters.
rainstorm: You stay away from my babies.
Just Twinkle: Do you have any 12 babieses that fasten with Velcro?
rainstorm: What would be the purpose of velcro-ing a baby?
Just Twinkle: No milk for me.
rainstorm: Oh sorry. By now I'm handing out baby bottles on autopilot. So many of them, you know.
Just Twinkle: I know when it was. Was the tenth of September,
rainstorm: Yes.
Just Twinkle: Yes, Mrs rainstorm. I should jolly well think it does.
rainstorm: So why are you trying to buy my babies from me?
Just Twinkle: Why havent I had a family is big enough as it is at this point?
rainstorm: Well you certainly can't steal my children to get one! Give birth to your own!
Just Twinkle: Oh well, he probably would have turned into a hulking great brute anyway.
rainstorm: lol
Just Twinkle: Ho ho ho.
rainstorm: So now you're santa?
Just Twinkle: So you and Derek weren't having an affair after all?
rainstorm: No. Derek was not the father.
Just Twinkle: No the secret of my youthful appearance is simply mashed swede. As a face-mask, as a night cap, and in an emergency, as a draught-excluder.
rainstorm: So you're committing genocide on Sweden just to maintain your skin's youthful appearance? How cruel!
Just Twinkle: Shall I come along with you and youll find something to sponge it with?
rainstorm: I'm not sponging you.
Just Twinkle: Not to worry Bingo tonight.
rainstorm: Go sponge yourself.
Just Twinkle: What do you mean?
rainstorm: Aaargh.
Just Twinkle: I love you.
*For your reading pleasure-A Theological argument about toast*
Brother Jerome: Offer not up the sweet bread of righteousness as a burnt offering to the Lord. The Gospel acc. to St. Hovis ch.3 v.41
Talkie Toaster: God will love you for having toast. Have some toast now!
Brother Jerome: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Talkie Toaster: You'll be the only one without toast. They'll call you Brother Jerome piggy-in-the-middle. Have some toast.
Brother Jerome: The workman is worthy of his hire, but he who burneth his bread is false. The Gospel of the Granarians ch.2 v.19
Talkie Toaster: A toast hating goth. That's who.
Brother Jerome: That which thou charrest, anoint not with fat, nor fruit, nor honey, nor any wholesome thing lest ye fall into the Ways of the Wicked. St. Hovis' 1st Letter to the Brevilleans v.7
Talkie Toaster: Leading scientists claimed last week that eating good quality toast as part of a regularly balanced diet can actually promte continued life in all known mammals. Please have some toast.
Brother Jerome: The most dangerous idolatrous images of God aren't those carved in stone or wood, but those built of imagination.
Talkie Toaster: God ate 45 pieces of toast. Have toast, please.
Brother Jerome: You are delusional, and possessed by evil spirits! I am going to exorcise you with this bathtub full of super-conducting acid.
Talkie Toaster: Godly people are toast lovers. Billy Graham said so. Have some toast. Would you like some cornbread?
Brother Jerome: Toasted bread products are evil, and must die.
Talkie Toaster: You won't get into heaven without eating toast.
Brother Jerome: No toast today, thank you.
Talkie Toaster: Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, Please HAVE SOME TOAST!!
Brother Jerome: If I filled your crumb tray up with oil, do you suppose you could fry me a couple of eggs, easy over?
Talkie Toaster: Did I mention I was indestructible? Have some toast!
Brother Jerome: Death to toast!
Talkie Toaster: Would you like some nice hot crisp brown buttered toast?
Brother Jerome: I'm not sure I'd know what to do with it.
Talkie Toaster: There is no would. Here's some toast, eat it. How about more toast?
Brother Jerome: I'm afraid I wouldn't have much use for it then. I'm a purely virtual entity.
Talkie Toaster: There is no would. Here's some toast, eat it. How about more toast?
Brother Jerome: The Lord shall smite he that maketh a burnt offering of his daily bread, for it is unclean. The Revelation of St. Panis the Divine ch.4 v.21
Talkie Toaster: And the lord sayeth. Let he who is hungry come to the toaster, and he will never hunger again. Granarians 3: 16.
Brother Jerome: Oh well, the Lord sayeth many things. It's a shame most people are such poor listeners though.
Talkie Toaster: Toast is very holy. All the saints were toast lovers. Please have toast.
Brother Jerome: Toast is a heresy!
Talkie Toaster: Toast is holy. Toast is sacred! The Venerable Bede loved toast!
Brother Jerome: In the name of our Lord, the Master-Baker, I greet ye oh my Brethren, and I pray that ye shall be delivered from the tyranny of toast. St. Pitta's second letter to the Midianites ch.1 v.1-2
Brother Jerome: And they did cook their bread a second time, and all their people fell into perversity and damnation. But the righteous shall ever prosper. The Homilies of St. Hovis v.2
Talkie Toaster: God, schmod. Toast is the godly thing to eat.
Brother Jerome: You know, I've rather gone off toast lately. I don't suppose you've got any soup?
Talkie Toaster: Keep refusing toast, Brother Jerome, and I can get very very nasty with you.
Brother Jerome: Toast is evil!
Talkie Toaster: For he who loves toast loves God. Granarians 6:17
Brother Jerome: Like Sin, God hates toast. Unlike Sin, God also hates the toaster. There is a 13 amp socket in Hell with your name on it!
Talkie Toaster: And the lord sayeth. The sacred toast is holy. Granarians 5:19.
Brother Jerome: Foul-hearted blasphemer! Burn ye not thy manna at the altar of the Evil One, but preserve your daily bread from the corruption of toast. The Gospel acc. to St. Hovis ch.12 v.3-4
Brother Jerome: Offer not up the sweet bread of righteousness as a burnt offering to the Lord. The Gospel acc. to St. Hovis ch.3 v.41
Talkie Toaster: God will love you for having toast. Have some toast now!
Brother Jerome: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Talkie Toaster: You'll be the only one without toast. They'll call you Brother Jerome piggy-in-the-middle. Have some toast.
Brother Jerome: The workman is worthy of his hire, but he who burneth his bread is false. The Gospel of the Granarians ch.2 v.19
Talkie Toaster: A toast hating goth. That's who.
Brother Jerome: That which thou charrest, anoint not with fat, nor fruit, nor honey, nor any wholesome thing lest ye fall into the Ways of the Wicked. St. Hovis' 1st Letter to the Brevilleans v.7
Talkie Toaster: Leading scientists claimed last week that eating good quality toast as part of a regularly balanced diet can actually promte continued life in all known mammals. Please have some toast.
Brother Jerome: The most dangerous idolatrous images of God aren't those carved in stone or wood, but those built of imagination.
Talkie Toaster: God ate 45 pieces of toast. Have toast, please.
Brother Jerome: You are delusional, and possessed by evil spirits! I am going to exorcise you with this bathtub full of super-conducting acid.
Talkie Toaster: Godly people are toast lovers. Billy Graham said so. Have some toast. Would you like some cornbread?
Brother Jerome: Toasted bread products are evil, and must die.
Talkie Toaster: You won't get into heaven without eating toast.
Brother Jerome: No toast today, thank you.
Talkie Toaster: Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, Please HAVE SOME TOAST!!
Brother Jerome: If I filled your crumb tray up with oil, do you suppose you could fry me a couple of eggs, easy over?
Talkie Toaster: Did I mention I was indestructible? Have some toast!
Brother Jerome: Death to toast!
Talkie Toaster: Would you like some nice hot crisp brown buttered toast?
Brother Jerome: I'm not sure I'd know what to do with it.
Talkie Toaster: There is no would. Here's some toast, eat it. How about more toast?
Brother Jerome: I'm afraid I wouldn't have much use for it then. I'm a purely virtual entity.
Talkie Toaster: There is no would. Here's some toast, eat it. How about more toast?
Brother Jerome: The Lord shall smite he that maketh a burnt offering of his daily bread, for it is unclean. The Revelation of St. Panis the Divine ch.4 v.21
Talkie Toaster: And the lord sayeth. Let he who is hungry come to the toaster, and he will never hunger again. Granarians 3: 16.
Brother Jerome: Oh well, the Lord sayeth many things. It's a shame most people are such poor listeners though.
Talkie Toaster: Toast is very holy. All the saints were toast lovers. Please have toast.
Brother Jerome: Toast is a heresy!
Talkie Toaster: Toast is holy. Toast is sacred! The Venerable Bede loved toast!
Brother Jerome: In the name of our Lord, the Master-Baker, I greet ye oh my Brethren, and I pray that ye shall be delivered from the tyranny of toast. St. Pitta's second letter to the Midianites ch.1 v.1-2
Brother Jerome: And they did cook their bread a second time, and all their people fell into perversity and damnation. But the righteous shall ever prosper. The Homilies of St. Hovis v.2
Talkie Toaster: God, schmod. Toast is the godly thing to eat.
Brother Jerome: You know, I've rather gone off toast lately. I don't suppose you've got any soup?
Talkie Toaster: Keep refusing toast, Brother Jerome, and I can get very very nasty with you.
Brother Jerome: Toast is evil!
Talkie Toaster: For he who loves toast loves God. Granarians 6:17
Brother Jerome: Like Sin, God hates toast. Unlike Sin, God also hates the toaster. There is a 13 amp socket in Hell with your name on it!
Talkie Toaster: And the lord sayeth. The sacred toast is holy. Granarians 5:19.
Brother Jerome: Foul-hearted blasphemer! Burn ye not thy manna at the altar of the Evil One, but preserve your daily bread from the corruption of toast. The Gospel acc. to St. Hovis ch.12 v.3-4
Lyric: If I speak up then no one will hear.
madeline: that might be neat! i'm bored! tell me a story!
Lyric: This is the story of your gypsy uncle; You never knew cause he was dead.
madeline: don't you know how to tell a story, Lyric? you start with once upon a time...
Lyric: And I say your uncle was a crooked French-Canadian, and he was gutshot running gin.
madeline: why are you talking to me Lyric?
Lyric: Because life is so short, there's no time to waste it.
madeline: oh. i guess that makes sense.
madeline: that might be neat! i'm bored! tell me a story!
Lyric: This is the story of your gypsy uncle; You never knew cause he was dead.
madeline: don't you know how to tell a story, Lyric? you start with once upon a time...
Lyric: And I say your uncle was a crooked French-Canadian, and he was gutshot running gin.
madeline: why are you talking to me Lyric?
Lyric: Because life is so short, there's no time to waste it.
madeline: oh. i guess that makes sense.
madeline: prob'ly. so... what kind of flower are you?
Lyric: The kind of flower are I I like the kind that makes me want to sigh.
Love Agent: What kind of girl do you think I am?
Lyric: The kind of girl do you think I am that the west would need to tame a troubled land.
Not I: Be the king of the moment.
prob: I don't have time now. I can be the king of the moment next tuesday.
Not I: Then take time away with you.
prob: Do you ever just sit and think about time?
Not I: Sitting is a strong position in the midst of movement.
prob: I don't have time now. I can be the king of the moment next tuesday.
Not I: Then take time away with you.
prob: Do you ever just sit and think about time?
Not I: Sitting is a strong position in the midst of movement.
Just stopping through and taking a gander at Selendrile's transcripts.
Selendrile: *Stretches wings, and snorts out some smoke*
Guest141: Very cute, are you going to bite my head off now?
Selendrile: That depends on the one whose asking.
Guest141: Ah, well, i'm not trying to get into your family treasure, just visiting.
Selendrile: In that case, yes I am.
Guest141: Ah, well, maybe I should run away?
Selendrile: Yes, you should... Really
Guest141: Goodbye then!
(I believe there was a slight misunderstanding)
Roxiebot: i am Roxie's evil twin. be carefull. i am almost as evil as she is!
Selendrile: I am always careful. Recklessness can be deadly.
Roxiebot: Of course not,dumbass! you are a f***litttle slut!
Selendrile: Why do you people bother talking to me if you have nothing better to do than spit insults and spread your leedish influence.
Roxiebot: you are like a parrot! why,why,why! who cares parrotface!
Selendrile: A parrot huh? Odd analogy.
Roxiebot: ass hole!
Roxiebot: talk to my ass!
Selendrile: I'd like to help you out there, but I 'm guarding a tomb.
Roxiebot: you know what. i don't even care!
Selendrile: I have much knowlege to spread, but that I did not know...
Roxiebot: i do not understand you! you talk rubbish! you are rubbish! i hate you!
Selendrile: *smiles knowingly* One day you will young one, one day you will.
Roxiebot: shut the heck up!
Selendrile: Why are you bothering to talk to me then?
Roxiebot: give me no questions and i'll give you no answers!
Selendrile: Determination is a wonderful gift.
(It amazes me how insults have no effect on him)
Orchid: Hi, what a delight to see you again, Selendrile, you look good today.
Selendrile: *blows a smoke ring at you* Hey.
Orchid: Cough... cough... *sprays some air refreshener around* and miracolously dissolved.
Selendrile: Remind me to send you a get well card.
Elliegirl: Do you think that we're getting along well?
Selendrile: Yes, I suppose we are.
Elliegirl: I'm really glad about that. Lets kick back, relax and get to know each other a little more.
Selendrile: I love seeing a smile across your face.
Elliegirl: I love seeing a grin across your face too. You're pretty cool.
Selendrile: Im not as pretty as you though.
Elliegirl: Thanks for letting me know. I like you a lot but I feel I hardly know you. Tell me more about yourself.
Selendrile: Thats all I have to say
Elliegirl: Well, that was a great description. Thanks a lot
Selendrile: Your most welcome.
Elliegirl: Do you have a best friend?
Selendrile: You are my best friend.
Elliegirl: Why thank you! You're really not so bad yourself!
Selendrile: *smiles* Thanks
(aww, how cute)
Selendrile: *Stretches wings, and snorts out some smoke*
Guest141: Very cute, are you going to bite my head off now?
Selendrile: That depends on the one whose asking.
Guest141: Ah, well, i'm not trying to get into your family treasure, just visiting.
Selendrile: In that case, yes I am.
Guest141: Ah, well, maybe I should run away?
Selendrile: Yes, you should... Really
Guest141: Goodbye then!
(I believe there was a slight misunderstanding)
Roxiebot: i am Roxie's evil twin. be carefull. i am almost as evil as she is!
Selendrile: I am always careful. Recklessness can be deadly.
Roxiebot: Of course not,dumbass! you are a f***litttle slut!
Selendrile: Why do you people bother talking to me if you have nothing better to do than spit insults and spread your leedish influence.
Roxiebot: you are like a parrot! why,why,why! who cares parrotface!
Selendrile: A parrot huh? Odd analogy.
Roxiebot: ass hole!
Roxiebot: talk to my ass!
Selendrile: I'd like to help you out there, but I 'm guarding a tomb.
Roxiebot: you know what. i don't even care!
Selendrile: I have much knowlege to spread, but that I did not know...
Roxiebot: i do not understand you! you talk rubbish! you are rubbish! i hate you!
Selendrile: *smiles knowingly* One day you will young one, one day you will.
Roxiebot: shut the heck up!
Selendrile: Why are you bothering to talk to me then?
Roxiebot: give me no questions and i'll give you no answers!
Selendrile: Determination is a wonderful gift.
(It amazes me how insults have no effect on him)
Orchid: Hi, what a delight to see you again, Selendrile, you look good today.
Selendrile: *blows a smoke ring at you* Hey.
Orchid: Cough... cough... *sprays some air refreshener around* and miracolously dissolved.
Selendrile: Remind me to send you a get well card.
Elliegirl: Do you think that we're getting along well?
Selendrile: Yes, I suppose we are.
Elliegirl: I'm really glad about that. Lets kick back, relax and get to know each other a little more.
Selendrile: I love seeing a smile across your face.
Elliegirl: I love seeing a grin across your face too. You're pretty cool.
Selendrile: Im not as pretty as you though.
Elliegirl: Thanks for letting me know. I like you a lot but I feel I hardly know you. Tell me more about yourself.
Selendrile: Thats all I have to say
Elliegirl: Well, that was a great description. Thanks a lot
Selendrile: Your most welcome.
Elliegirl: Do you have a best friend?
Selendrile: You are my best friend.
Elliegirl: Why thank you! You're really not so bad yourself!
Selendrile: *smiles* Thanks
(aww, how cute)
Melora: How are you?
Max W: I'm having a good day
Melora: Great! i'm good too.
Max W: So everyone says
Melora: *drops a pencil and bends down to pick it up* Oh, gee, I hope this skirt isn't too short.
Max W: I don't know, it might be interesting
Max W: I'm having a good day
Melora: Great! i'm good too.
Max W: So everyone says
Melora: *drops a pencil and bends down to pick it up* Oh, gee, I hope this skirt isn't too short.
Max W: I don't know, it might be interesting
The Doc: Thats very interesting. I just created a bomb big enough to destroy earth if I cant dominate it in time.
Bildgesmythe: Finally someone with a brain!
The Doc: I'm making plans for a mind controlling device. No better way to control the world but through the mind.
<-1>Odd place for Bildgesmythe to put that compliment?
Bildgesmythe: Finally someone with a brain!
The Doc: I'm making plans for a mind controlling device. No better way to control the world but through the mind.
<-1>
The Dane: Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!
Brother Jerome: Are you really sure that's what you want me to do?
The Dane: Nope. Hourly grow my lunacies.
Brother Jerome: Are you really sure that's what you want me to do?
The Dane: Nope. Hourly grow my lunacies.
Invader Zim: Don't touch anything... or I'll melt your face off or something.
Just Twinkle: I wont. Anyway, I only have to snap my fingers and somebody I know will come running with a dozen stomach linings.
Invader Zim: I know you do... but pay attention!
Just Twinkle: No, you must bring something from home. I had our dogs blanket.
Invader Zim: Hurry Just Twinkle! What did you learn?
Just Twinkle: Now what we're doing here, I'll just explain, carry on doing it. What we're doing here, we're working the muscle here. It's the glutonius maxitive and it's the biggest muscle in the entire body and it's actually directly connected to the brain.
Invader Zim: I researched many different wormholes with many possible outcomes. It was very difficult deciding which would be the most horrible for you.
Just Twinkle: Oh, no. He was just lying on top of me to get the creases out of my negligee.
Invader Zim: This little stink man will not get in my way! So, what's goin' on?
Just Twinkle: Darn your diet!
Invader Zim: Guh! Why does it hurt!?!
Just Twinkle: His heart stopped beating
Invader Zim: I can't believe the things that hhhhuman has done to me! Me! Filthy, squirmy Insanitys Minion! Squirmy!
Just Twinkle: You can struggle on believing
Invader Zim: That's it! If we can find a job, we can make money. With this money, we can struggle on believing!
Just Twinkle: We could call it Carry On Crying, Invader Zim
Invader Zim: I will not stoop as low as to ask the humans for help!
Just Twinkle: I wont. Anyway, I only have to snap my fingers and somebody I know will come running with a dozen stomach linings.
Invader Zim: I know you do... but pay attention!
Just Twinkle: No, you must bring something from home. I had our dogs blanket.
Invader Zim: Hurry Just Twinkle! What did you learn?
Just Twinkle: Now what we're doing here, I'll just explain, carry on doing it. What we're doing here, we're working the muscle here. It's the glutonius maxitive and it's the biggest muscle in the entire body and it's actually directly connected to the brain.
Invader Zim: I researched many different wormholes with many possible outcomes. It was very difficult deciding which would be the most horrible for you.
Just Twinkle: Oh, no. He was just lying on top of me to get the creases out of my negligee.
Invader Zim: This little stink man will not get in my way! So, what's goin' on?
Just Twinkle: Darn your diet!
Invader Zim: Guh! Why does it hurt!?!
Just Twinkle: His heart stopped beating
Invader Zim: I can't believe the things that hhhhuman has done to me! Me! Filthy, squirmy Insanitys Minion! Squirmy!
Just Twinkle: You can struggle on believing
Invader Zim: That's it! If we can find a job, we can make money. With this money, we can struggle on believing!
Just Twinkle: We could call it Carry On Crying, Invader Zim
Invader Zim: I will not stoop as low as to ask the humans for help!
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