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'Look at that 'stache. Like ambient farmland in the breeze.'
'This is what we call a control. Or a lack thereof.'
'Good slaves! Extra meat for everyone!'
'Fudge. Babies. Baby hippos.'
'ARRRGGH! I'm going to eat something that was living!'
'This is actually the standard model of robots that are all of Grant's servants back at his castle.'
'Did you leave a log burning on the kitchen table? Ah crap, I did.'
'Fire in the hole! Hopefully! Fire in the hole! Hopefully!'
'Four pieces of duct tape does not a bridge make.'
'Are you ready for some more wanton destruction?'
'Am I really that ugly?'
'Wow, that looks great. Actually, I should say: that looks like crap, but it works great.'
'I always like to wear rain-gear when I carry around my pigs.'
'That's right. Rat rockets.'
'You know what? This thing will protect me from arrows and getting dates.'
'So, Isaac Newton, you're probably not watching this show because, let's face it, you're not alive anymore...'
'1 AM. I can tell I've been up late because I have a much deeper voice.'
'When in peril, I will use one of my co-workers as a human shield.'
'So, add 'wiring explosives at heights' to my resume.'
'Going down on this level we have explosives, timber, and ladies lingerie.'
'It's really strange having a job just doing the things that your parents told you never to do.'
'Who knew packages could be so exciting?'
'At least now we know why the chicken crossed the road. To get out of the way of the falling car!'
'I really wish I'd come up with Tory's design, just because I'm a big Shtar Warsh fan, and it looksh jusht like an exsh-wing fighter.'
'Five drops of essence of terror. Six drops of sinister sauce.'
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