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Francis: Man, we just gotta get out of here. This tub of guts is eating us out of house and home. And he's all slimy, too! Jabba: Ho-ho-ho! Francis mabuki! Francis: What? What?! What is this guy saying? He's impossible to understand not to mention the fact that he's been sizing-up all the women here trying to imagine them in gold chain bikinis! The guy's a slob! I've got to get out of this shelter before I pour salt all over this overgrown slug! |
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Hercules: Slime's disgusting, alright, but nothing compares to the smell of these two idiots. Being locked in this shelter with so many sweaty action heroes is bad enough but, with these two over-ripe bananas, it's beyond tolerable! B1: Bananas...in pajamas...are coming down the stairs! B2: Bananas...in pajamas...are coming down in pairs! Herc: That's it! If it's not the smell it's the singing! Somebody open the hatch to this shelter and release me from this extended nightmare before I go medieval on their peels! |
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