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Galen: How’re you feeling?
Waterboy: OK!
Galen: Hell yeah, bro. You sound ok as fuck!
Toxic: I hope he fuckin’ spanks your little daddy issue bitch ass to death!
Invisigal: He’s the biggest perv west of the L.A. river…and he’s with us.
Malevola: Three generations of that family’s been trying to finger me.
Robert: What’re they accusing you of?
Malevola: You’re cute.
Chase: You poke the hive, you’re gonna have to fuck the queen.
Villain: Maybe we wait ‘till we get home?
Shroud: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Chase: I think the answers are out there…if you just listen to the wind.
Chase: *farts*
Malevola: Were you sad?
Robert: Yes. But that was just a coincidence.
Robert: Well, I see we’ve entered the “negotiating with terrorists” phase of the evening.
Robert: Let’s put a pin in this.
Chase: Didn’t know you were into spittin’ in people’s mouths.
Robert: Do I look like a bitch?
Sonar: Coop seduced me.
Coupé: No, I said, “Hey wanna see something cool?” and then handcuffed you to a squat rack.
Blonde Blazer: Take your clothes off.
Robert: Uh, what’s happening right now?
Robert: Ah shit. Is this it?
Prism: Whatchoo mean is this it? Bitch you know what time it is?
Invisigal: At least Waterboy can get a girl wet.
Phenomaman: I abstained from voting since I am neither human nor reformed villain. Nor particularly interested in this covresation. I came in as I thought we were playing Magic the Gathering tonight. I am hoping we still may.
Robert: Yes, I am the legless Vietnam war vet from Forest Gump.
Villain: She temporarily blinded me!
Prism: Fuck you mean temporarily? BItch you blind foreva!
Blonde Blazer: I can see I’m outnumbered, that eventually, I would fall.
Blonde Blazer: But, by my read, I’m taking a lot of you with me.
Bonde Blazer: So all of you can leave now…
Blonde Blazer: Or half of you can die here.
Punch Up: Oy. My eyes are down here.
Chase: Robert, I would let literally everyone here melt in eternal hell, including you, before anything happens to this dog.
Punch Up: I don’t believe in punching women. But I do believe in punching demons.
Malevola: Try it.
Robert: You drink hard liquor from a pint glass?
Blonde Blazer: Actually, I usually just drink it straight from the bottle but…
Blonde Blazer: I thought that would be embarrassing.
Flambae: I’m a bitch, my name’s Robert, such a bitch whose name is Robert, I’m a bitch yeah I’m a bitch, I’m such a fucking bitch, I have no hopes, I have no dreams, and a tiny little peen, and it doesn’t even function anyway because I have erectile dysfunction.
Robert: Look, we’re short handed—
Punch Up: Fuck you.
Shroud: What the fuck?
Waterboy: I’m helping!
Punch Up: Quite the odd couple.
Phenomaman: Couple? You aren’t my typical romantic companion, but I could be persuaded.
Chase: It’s a hug. Not a handjob. Lighten up.
Flambae: Drowning in a sensory deprivation tank is not the kind of wet I like to be, Robert.
Robert: I guess I’m coming around on her?
Chase: You’re coming where?
Robert: Thought we talked about the melons.
Phenomaman: Unfortunately, I signed up for the Monthly Melon subscription to save ten percent on my purchase. Eleven months remain.
Robert: Look, if you wanted to grab dinner all you had to do was ask.
Flambae: Yeah…You’re not my type.
Robert: That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.
Prism: You wash your hands after touching all them filthy nutsacks?
Punch Up:...thought these seemed salty.
Invisigal: You’re like a French soccer player who’s going through something.
Robert: What part of not wanting to touch this man’s dick and balls do you think I’m unsure about?
Chase: What? You racist motherfucker I’ve never stolen a fuckin’ thing in my entire fuckin’ life.
Robert: Chase…you’ve literally stolen things for me.
Chase: Oh…yeah but that don’t count. It was for somebody else…
Blonde Blazer: You got off light.
Blonde Blazer: One dispatcher broadcast the details of his botched circumcision.
Blonde Blazer: HR nightmare.
Coupé: Fetching a child’s lost ballon is not the best application of my talents.
Robet: Ok, then tell me what is.
Coupé: Off the books assassinations.
Robert: I will take that under consideration.
Robert: Are you saying I’m crying like a bitch?
Chase: Yes, bitch. That’s exactly what I’m saying.
Toxic: Or just give us the pulse and we’ll let you live.
Armstrong: With broken fuckin’ arms!
Robert: Turns out I passed out at a urinal and somebody threw me in a dumpster.
Sonar: So what you’re saying is you have two staplers?
Robert: Alright, from now on, team drinks are exclusively at Chili’s.
Prism: Over here lookin’ like Mumford fucked all his sons.
Chase: I will run you over in the parking lot and say it was an accident.
Chase: They’ll believe me cause it looks like I’m wearin’ diapers.
Royd: Can you handle dis HR violation some uda place? I got work, yeah?
Flambae: Dude, be honest. Am I gonna make a fool of myself if I sing Whitney Houston?
Robert: Are you Whitney Houston?
Flambae: No.
Robert: Then, yeah, you will.
Flambae: Fuck…he’s right.
Phenomaman: Is that the wet janitor who shakes violently like a small frightened animal?
Waterboy: Oh my god he knows who I am!
Invisigal: I think he’s only considered where he’d hang himself–that corner seems fine.
Robert: You know what I like to do when I’m pissed?
Robert: Punch things. Often, bad people.
Phenomaman: The way you spoke of him made him sound impressive.
Waterboy: Blonde–Miss Blaze she talked to me–thanks for picking me– my I’m really–jizzed to join you.
Shroud: I can’t tell you how boring life is without surprises.
Robert: Well, then it’s a good thing I can’t even predict what these idiots are gonna do.
Phenomaman: Every attempt I have made to love food as one loves a woman has ended in disaster.
Invisigal: If you’re gonna make me stand next to Benjamin fuckin Button you could at least change his diaper.
Shroud: They look fucking identical, Robert.
Phenomaman: We fucked them in the face!
Robert: Mega Fuego sauce and ass play sounds like a great combo.
Invisigal: Don’t you have some dementia to onset?
Chase: Aight. That one stung a little.
Robert: People don’t think about much when I blow ‘em.