Metalocalypse2006

Dr. Johnathan Twinkletits:
[upbeat] All right, we got a lotta work to do today, because... we're going on tour!

Nathan Explosion:
Hey! We been thinkin'. Not very hard, but... you're fired. Yeah. We hate you.

Dr. Johnathan Twinkletits:
[scoffs in disbelief] I'm sorry... what?

William Murderface:
Hey, it's not that bad. You know, I pride myself on being able to pit people against each other, but you're amazing. You're a real dick, and I appreciate that. But we never wanna see you again, you ugly idiot dick!

Dr. Johnathan Twinkletits:
Hold on for a second. I am your therapist!

Skwisgaar Skwigelf:
Hey, I ain't no therapist, but I hate your moustache.

Dr. Johnathan Twinkletits:
Don't you want... a banana sticker?

[indicates his sticker container/belt buckle]

Nathan Explosion:
We won't be needing your banana stickers!

[Murderface pushes a chest towards Nathan, who kicks it open, revealing a multitude of banana stickers]

Nathan Explosion:
We have found out that you can just, you know, buy psychological validation, so...

Dr. Johnathan Twinkletits:
You sons of b*tches. How dare you, I *am* the band! You can't kick me out! I'll kick *you* out! You're all fired, you bunch of stupid pussies! I'LL KILL YOU!

[he raises his pen like a knife and rushes at the band, but he slips on a banana sticker and flies through a window]

Dr. Johnathan Twinkletits:
Waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!

Dr. Johnathan Twinkletits:
[he hits the ground, unhurt] I'm still alive! I'm still...

[he catches sight of the snarling yard wolves and screams in terror]