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Death the Kid:
Symmetry is key. Everything must be asthetically pleasing.

Liz Thompson:
Oh, wonderful. Here we go.

Death the Kid:
That's why I use the two of you as twin pistols in order to preserve symmetry. When I hold you both, I feel completely balanced on the right and the left. It is imperfect because your human forms are so different from each other though... your hairstyles and height for example! [touches each of their breasts] Even your b*obs are of different sizes!

Liz Thompson:
[punches Death The Kid] Excuse me for being smaller than my little sister! What right do you have to talk about symmetry anyway? Three stripes on the left side of your hair and none on the right? That doesn't look symmetrical to me!

Death the Kid:
Ugh... You're right! I'm an abomination! I'm filthy and dirty! And unbalanced! Why is there only one set of stripes? I'm garbage! Asymmetrical garbage! Wah!

Patty Thompson:
[laughs]

Liz Thompson:
Yeah... and... here we go. Patty?

Patty Thompson:
Right!

Liz Thompson:
[to Death the Kid] Now, now, kid. You can't forget that you're a grim reaper. Compared to that, what what do three little lines matter?

Patty Thompson:
That's right! You're not garbage! Real garbage would smell a lot worse! So why don't we just get up and try again, okay?

Death the Kid:
You don't think I'm asymmetrical garbage? Really?

Liz Thompson:
No, of course not.

Patty Thompson:
Garbage is "ew" and you're not.

Death the Kid:
All right then, let's report to my father.

Liz Thompson:
[under her breath] Not the sharpest tool in the shed, is he. These little rich kids are always so gullible.