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good morning, herr doktor. ah, there you are, my boy. come here and slip this over your head. what is it? my latest breakthrough! I call it the Ultraviolence Machine! what does it do? once engaged, your brain will become a veritable battleground of ideas! a battleground! is it. . . dangerous? only if the battling ideas resort to using weapons. a worthwhile risk in my opinion. but what if they do? well, I expect your brain to turn to mush! or something that looks like mush. what?! no! don't worry, my boy! it's all in the name of science! but. . . (hmmm. I must remember to requisition another assistant right away.) what did you say? nothing, my boy! nothing at all!

your executive office is ready, mr. president. good. I assume it befits a supreme leader such as myself, wielding absolute power over the populace. we spared no expense, sir. you know how particular I am about my surroundings. especially with my hair, and all. the office will precisely announce your level of intelligence and emotional stability. er, you trying to tell me something? yes, sir. your huge TV is on its way. tanning bed too? of course. perfect.

hey Bert, you bring your mitt? got it. what position you playing? outfield. ok. who's gonna play first? right. whaddya mean, right? who's on first. that's what I asked! and I just told you. is this some kinda joke? you mean you don't know? know what? what's on second. what? that's right.

hey lars, what's up? oh hi, fred. I'm headin' to the cell meeting. what meeting's that? the W.U. the what? shhh. not so loud. the Werewolf Underground. wow, what's that? it's, you know, a secret society. ah. underground! yeah. and it's a full moon tonight, so. . . I gotta get ready. so you're a . . . you know. . . yeah. I am. damn! why do you meet? we go over things. werewolf etiquette, latest howling technique, flea and vermin eradication, stuff like that. sounds exciting. not. and after, I hunt prey with my wolfen brothers. whoa! you won't tell anyone, will you? me? no way! good. meet me at the park, at midnight. ok. midnight. right. and bring a friend. a friend? I'll be very hungry. sure, lars, sure. I'll, ah, I'll bring two! one for yourself? good thinking. yeah. isn't it?

what are we doing here? we're giving thanks. for what, exactly? for all of our blessings, of course. I should feel blessed? you should. I have a confession to make. what's that? I hate your guts. you do? I should kick your ass right now. oh. but not here. I'll wait outside. you will? count on it.

hey, merle. you gonna be at the debate today? wasn't planning on it, fern. why? me 'n the boys is fixin' ta make english mandatory. what, like, everywhere? yesiree. make them foreigners speak our lingo. you mean, as well as you? yer darn tootin'. I see. so the bar is low. say what? I'll be there. for sure now? count on it.

stanley, it's garbage day today. yes, edna? why are you telling me? the garbage needs to be taken out! but, edna, that's what we have servants for. remember? that's all and good, stanley, but the garbage hasn't been taken out, and today is pick-up. so. . . so. . . what, exactly, edna? so would you take out the garbage stanley? how clear do I have to be? that was very clear. where, uh, do I take it? the curb stanley! my god, have you never had to do a thing in your life? do I have to answer that, edna? and don't forget the recyclables. the. . . what? I mean, ok.

hey, captain, you got a minute? what's happening, detective? it's my line-up. what about it. you got the suspect in there, right? yeah. but the victim's having a problem. yeah? she can't id the guy? not that. she says they all did it. what? is this the one claimed to have been abducted by a space alien? that's her. she says we got the whole flying saucer crew. jesus. and now she says wants to go with them. where? like I know? wherever flying saucers go. mars. or whatever. so let her. what about our suspect? does he have anything to say? just shit like, 'take me to your leader.' makes no sense to me. we had to tie him down, cuz he's got, like, wings or something. that's ridiculous. cut him loose. really? I got too many headaches to worry about alien abductions. should I complete my report? and say what? we arrested a martian? we'll be laughed out of town! ok. I'll keep it quiet. nobody will be any the wiser. I hope not.

is this the place? can't you tell? how should I know? don't you smell fried food? what, we came here to eat? do you know me? do I. . . of course I do. what's the first rule? it's. . . eat when you can. because? because you never know when you'll eat again. you get it now? I got it.

sir! the enemy is in range! excellent, corporal! fire the cannons! yes sir! oh my god! what is that awful smell? corporal, is that you? sir? did you just let loose? what? no sir! it's the enemy, sir! they're using chemical weapons on us! oh, is that all? for a second there, I was going to be very put out. carry on, corporal! yes sir!

edna, pack your things. we're going away. where to stanley? a quiet little hideaway. you'll see. oh stanley! just for the two of us? a tiny little love nest all our own. and the servants, of course, right? oh, maybe I can rustle up a few. you are so thoughtful, dear. good breeding. it always shows. it does.

there's an interesting development on earth, archangel. is there, lord? what is it? they're taking to venerating my old girlfriend again. which girlfriend is that, lord. I mean, you've had. . . you know, so many and all. Athena! I mean Athena. they're erecting statues to her left and right. bowing and scraping. sacrificing their first-born, for all I know. it's a bit much, I think. are we sounding just a teensy bit sensitive, lord? me? sensitive? I am the creator of all things, am I not? you think I have time to be. . . sensitive? not at all, lord. you are as you say. but still, she is a beauty, is she not? when's the last time you called her? me? call her? she should call me! but you won't see me sitting around, waiting for her to do so. after all, I'm the. . . . . .creator, etc etc. yes, lord, I know. me call her! the idea! you want me to call her for you? would you? I mean, no! absolutely not! but maybe you could. . . . . . check her Facebook page? certainly, lord. but no tweeting! of course not, lord.