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broodwich12.mp3 Dr. Weird: Gentleman, there's a chance this will work. Steve: Actually, you said there's no chance this will work. Dr. Weird: (Dr. Weird is being pumped with BBQ sauce) Fool! That will never work!
broodwich1.mp3 Meatwad: I'll touch 'em all the way to the trashcan is what I'll do. Master Shake: You touch those and your GI Joes are gonna be MIA, my friend. And then who's gonna call little Momma Joe and tell her that her boy ain't comin' home cause somebody was asleep on guard duty!
broodwich2.mp3 Meatwad:Frylock: He sure is. Meatwad: I dumb too. I mean, you knew that though, yeah? Because I did send out a press release. I ate a bunch of them. I'm dumb
broodwich3.mp3 Frylock: Shake, are you all right down there? Master Shake: Get me outta here right now I'm gonna die!! There's monsters! Frylock: Shake, Shake, calm down! Master Shake: Dracula's grabbing my leg, it's a zombie! I feel it! Frylock: Shake, there's no monsters down there, okay? You just hit a sinkhole or something.
Master Shake: I'll tell ya what it is, my friends. It's shut-up and lemme eat it!
broodwich5.mp3 Frylock: I read a very disturbing article about this sandwich in..the Bible. Voice: No! You probably saw our piece in Vogue. Frylock: I doubt it.. I don't.. I don't read that. Voice: Heidi Klum was on the cover.. You know, the Broodwich issue? Frylock: Okay, yes. It was Vogue. Master Shake: You read all this in VOGUE!? Voice: Our PR department is awesome. Master Shake: That's a girl magazine! I hope you were at the dentist, Frylock! Frylock: It just comes to the house, I d- Master Shake: Of course it comes to the house--When you order it, you big, fat lady! Meatwad: Someone down there's a girl!
broodwich6.mp3 Master Shake: Hey, how's it going? Are you the guy that keeps telling me to "beware" because I'll tell you where to be. Out of my sight! Voice: BEWARE! Master Shake: Oh, whaddya got a sound guy or som--
broodwich7.mp3 Voice: It is the Broodwich. Forged in darkness from wheat harvested in hell's half acre. Baked by Beelzebub. Slathered with mayonnaise beaten from the evil eggs of dark chicken force-fed to dogs by the hands of a one eyed mad man. Cheese boiled from the rancid teat of fanged cow. Layered with 666 separate meats from an animal, which has maggots for blood. Frylock: See? Told ya. Master Shake: I tasted mustard. Voice: Yeah... Dijon mustard.
broodwich8.mp3 Master Shake: It's a sandwich. Two pieces of bread and some meat. And it doesn't even have bacon on it! I don't need it! I got it licked! And I would like to lick.. that sandwich. Just a little flavor..just a little taste in my mouth.. Voice: What's goin' on.. Frylock: Shake, get rid of the damn sandwich! If you keep it here, you're gonna eat it and then you're gonna die! Master Shake: No I won't...
broodwich9.mp3 Master Shake: I haven't paid taxes in six years.. I am not gettin' busted by a sandwich!
broodwich10.mp3 Master Shake: Heyyy! How'd ya like Mr Sticks?! He was a real treat, wasn't he? Meatwad: Yeah.. Jerry said you guys had a little run in, but I mean he's a decent guy once you get to know him. Master Shake: Bull crap! I know that guy was all over you with his axe! Meatwad: Nah, that don't sound like Jerry. Now, the Jerry I know too me to Merry Christmas...which is a strip club...Merry Triple X-mas.. You see what I'm saying?! Master Shake: Gimme that sandwich!! Frylock: Wow, so you're saying it was fun? Meatwad: Hell no! That son-bitch had an axe!
