Dr. Weird: Gentleman, behold! I have grafted a deer antler to my groin. Steve: Wow.. Dr. Weird: You know, so I'll fit in with the rest of the herd. Steve: How're you gonna go to the bathroom? (Dr. Weird's helmet breaks and he spews juice on Steve)
supersirloin2.mp3 Sir Loin:For da shorties rap Frylock: Meatwad! Meatwad: I know, I know. Keep 'em high, raise the roof! Frylock: Meatwad, you need to shut it off. Meatwad: Oh, I'm sorry. shuts out lights There, is that better? Can you still hear the song with the light off? Frylock: I mean that! flips off boombox Meatwad: Oh, the boombox? Oh, no. We ain't doin' that.
supersirloin3.mp3 Master Shake: Breakfast time! I made your favorite: sandcakes! You like those! Frylock: Shake, I thought we agreed to steer him back towards real food. Master Shake: Yeah I know but it's so funny to watch him eat it. Meatwad: Mmm.. It is good. Master Shake: Wow! You got a bottle cap! Hehahah.
supersirloin4.mp3 Frylock: Meatwad, are you sure that this 'Sir Loin' will take food that isn't pre-packaged? Meatwad: He said he'd rather have it that way, he says, "I don't care if the food is old or cold or covered in mold; it's for my shorties.." yeah! Frylock: Okay, okay, okay. Meatwad: "My name's Sir Loin--- Frylock: Okay, okay! I heard all that last night! Just..enjoy the hunger drive, okay?
supersirloin5.mp3 Meatwad: Hey Carl. Carl: Oh great, you've seen me. Meatwad: Hey, you wanna contribute Sir Loin's hunger drive? We've gotta feed the shorties, y'all. Carl: Yeah let me see here. I think I got some ah, oysters over here. (Spits into garbage sack) Meatwad: Oh thank you. Carl: And uh, be sure to thank Sir Loin for keeping me up all night. Meatwad: Well, uh, I'll do that. Hey, I thought that oysters had shells. Carl: Nah usually, but not these. They were, uh, farmed raised. In my throat. With cheese. Hey, uh, you want some crabs? 'Cause I got some of them. Meatwad: No, no. My-my bag's pretty full right now. Carl: I don't know if they're Alaskan King but... they feel huge.
supersirloin6.mp3 Sir Loin: Whoa, whoa, who dat? Who're all these people man? What's goin' on here? Meatwad: Yo, what up, g? It's Mizeatwizad. Sir Loin: Is you the little joker that's been bringin' me sand? Meatwad: Yep. Sir Loin: Man, whatchu thinkin'? Look here, man. What're you the sand man or something? Come on, get it together, boy! Meatwad: But it's..for the shorties.
supersirloin7.mp3 Frylock: Come out here so we can see you! Sir Loin: It's all down on the farm, baby. Check me out, man. I got a couple of udders, now-- Oh, man. Look at you. Frylock: What the hell happened to you? Sir Loin: You tell me! One minute I was goin' in for a job interview, the next minute--boom! I'm in hell! The devil sent me back here in this lower life form says I earn my way up the ladder. Frylock: What ladder? Sir Loin: The hell ladder, you potato crack'em up-God--Which ladder you think, man? I live in hell! Frylock: Okay, okay, okay, all right. Settle down. It's all...cools..night.. baby. Meatwad: Hah, okay Frylock. Lemme..Lemme talk to him.
supersirloin8.mp3 Frylock: Well, ask him what he's doing with all this garbage. Meatwad: Wazzup wazzup wazzup wazzup wazzup in the hizzzyy?! Sir Loin: Man, isn't it obvious, man? Can't you tell? Frylock: Tell him, "no". Meatwad: Sheeeeeet Sir Loin: Ohh, oh I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was speakin' to a fool!
supersirloin9.mp3 Meatwad: Don't you see Frylock? He's gonna use all that fly spit to melt down the walls of the First National Bank. Sir Loin: Exactly! Meatwad: He's angry at banks! Sir Loin: Hate the ban-? Stupid-ass meatball motha(cowbell) I melt the walls so I can get the money..so I can keep up with the payments on this here patio furniture, which by the way is broken now cause I broke it, thank you very much. Ever see a cow sit down on patio furniture? I ain't! Look at that umbrella man! I ate half of it!
supersirloin10.mp3 Meatwad: Boy I feel like a fool. I ain't never again gonna do what no stupid rap musician gonna tell me what to do. Frylock: That's a good idea, Meatwad. Meatwad: From now on, it's only heavy metal bands that gonna boss me around. Them people speak the truth. They got this six-story skeleton named Eddie, and he like opens his mouth all crazy fang-like.. He's crazy as hell. Frylock: And that's why you've got the eye make up on right? Meatwad: Uh huh. This here's my demon face. You see, I'm Satan's onion...scallion.. Frylock: Minion? Meatwad: No, not that. Frylock: Why the CB radio? Meatwad: I'm contacting the Devil. Satan got your ears on? Come on..under..over..roger..
