Xavier: Renegade Angel2007

[Xavier goes to Fiddelin Headquarters to stop the monk chanting madness]

Xavier:
The man is sploiting in your face. Who are your bosses? Show yourselves, you cowards!

Monk:
We own the temple. We are our own bosses.

Xavier:
So, it's you, you rat!

Monk:
We are simple people, happy to share our love with all.

Xavier:
Where I come from, sharing love without making a profit is called being a whore. And the working conditions here are whorifying.

Xavier:
You've got to unionize, to strike. Shut this place down until you give yourself the demands you desire.

Monk:
Buddha say material desire is poisionous.

Xavier:
Then that union-busting tub of tard's gonna find a buddup his ass. They're treating you monks like monkeys! Well, I say lets hurl our feces at them until they see us as men!

Monk:
We are content to visualize world peace.

Xavier:
We'll visualate their shamefulizing with a giant, inflatable union rat.

[Xavier blows the rat up like an inflatable popping balloon]