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Frylock:
[Shake and Meatwad are strapped to chairs] Gentlemen, the OoGhiJ MiQtxxXA!

Master Shake:
Frylock, come on, are you really gonna call it that?

Frylock:
Well, yeah. I mean that's the Klingon word for superior galactic intelligence, and that's what this is.

Master Shake:
Superior galactic grandma after eating a block of cheese, smoking three packs of cigarettes, and drinkin' a quart of milk. Disgusting, that's the word.

Frylock:
Well, I invented it and I can call it what I want!

Master Shake:
Fine. Hey, good luck with the casual sex. I mean it. No. Because you won't get it. Not with that name. Anyway, go on, I'm sorry to interrupt.

Frylock:
[sighs] Meatwad, what do you think?

Meatwad:
...My butt itches.

Frylock:
All right, all right, fine! What should I call it then?

Master Shake:
Bad-Ass Motha'!

Meatwad:
No, Snoopy! Or Schroeder. One of them two.

Master Shake:
No! The Bad-Ass Motha' 4000!

Meatwad:
The Red Baron!

Master Shake:
Goes twice as fast as your ass!