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thedressing11.mp3 Steve: (Space Ghost's body is missing a head and bleeding everywhere.) Yyuck. What do we do with this? Dr. Weird: There can be only one! (Shoves Space Ghost's head on his own) Seth Green: Nice.
thedressing1.mp3 Meatwad: Hey, Carl. Carl: Is that all you came to say? Are we uh.. are we done here? Meatwad: I don't know. I don't think so. Carl: Well, then what? Meatwad: What do you mean? Oh! Pssh, Shoot, I knew I was gonna forget this. I got a note here, someone wrote me a note. Hang on. Carl: It says uh.. "Start salmon hatchery in Carl's pool". Meatwad: Oky doky. Where are the fish eggs? Carl: No, no no. Get back here. Meatwad: Hang on.. HERE we go! (Pulls out Jingle Billy) Oh wait, that ain't a note. That's a toy. Here it is. (Pulls out dead squirrel) Carl: (Reaches into Meatwad; pulls out note) "Invite Carl to eat Thanksgiving dinner." Well, isn't that sweet? Too bad it was over a week ago. Meatwad: Don't matter. We doin' it today. We don't usually celebrate. We ain't American...yet. 'Til we pass that dumb test. That test a bitch!
thedressing2.mp3 Frylock: Carl is going to join us, right? Meatwad: Yep, but he says he'd rather take his food out on the lawn...where there's witnesses.
thedressing3.mp3 Master Shake: Could I have the tacos, please? Frylock: (praying)..this bounty of Tacos.. Master Shake: Could you pass the tacos? Could you pass me the TACOS?! Frylock: HERE! Master Shake: Okay, then. Carl: This roll is wet! Master Shake: Sorry, please go on. Frylock: Ahem. For the fellowship we have w-- Meatwad: Hey, hey. Wait. What's a fellowship? Master Shake: It's a gay bar down on 9th. Aren't you glad we're thanking the Lord for a nautically themed gay bar?! Frylock: For the fellowship we have with our neighbor Carl! Carl: No, do not rope me into this. The Lord does not need to know that I am here. Frylock: Please help us to be-- Meatwad: Who's gonna whittle this turkey? Master Shake: Outta the way! I will ruin this bird with my anger!
thedressing14.mp3 Frylock: Uh, can we get you to lower our neighbor now? I mean, he didn't do anything to you. Turkitron: ...yet. Carl: I knew something wasn't normal; I'm not letting it ride this time.. frickin' robot turkey. I knew something was up! Turkitron: Is he mad? Meatwad: Nah, don't worry about him. He's always got his butt chapped about something.
thedressing4.mp3 Turkitron: In the year 9595, a race of deformed turkey was genetically developed by chicken scientists as revenge against his bird brother. These turkeys would exit the womb doused in gravy; gravy filled with the giblets...from a monkey. The French craved it and as a result, Turkey became the only food source for France...which is now called RoboFrance29. I was later killed by the chickens. So, of course, you can see why I'm angry at those chickens.
thedressing5.mp3 Turkitron: Months and months ago I came upon your neighbor taking the form of the Cybernetic Ghost of Christmas Past from the Future. But I didn't realize he was an agent; a chicken in disguise. Sent from the year 19.. Sent from the year 19... Frylock: 9595? Turkitron: From there, they had evolved...big time. From beyond feathers, their beaks had softened and they had acquired synthetic intelligence and appendages from the chicken black market from beyond the moon! Master Shake: Are you serious? Carl?! Next-door Carl is a hyper-evolved chicken from the future?
thedressing6.mp3 Meatwad: I added food coloring.. cause it's a holiday. But it turned black..cause I added all the food coloring I have. And I ate this butter straight outta the tub..cause it taste good. There's a reason behind everything. Turkitron: Enjoy those tacos now, for in a thousand years, they will be illegal. Hahaha...I think we all know why. Meatwad: We know why. Turkitron: Anti-taco legislation! Disestablishmentarianism!
thedressing7.mp3 Master Shake: I think he's really from the year 9595! Meatwad: I think so too! Master Shake: Did you hear his story?! Meatwad: I heard it. And it checks out. Master Shake: It is solid.
thedressing10.mp3 Turkitron: It was 100 years after the tacos were assassinated and I was still -- Meatwad: I thought they was illegal. Was they dead or illegal? Turkitron: Oh, is this your story now? Does this happen to you and not to me? Well listen up everybody! He's about to tell his amazing story. The one that happened to me and not him. Meatwad: I'm..I'm sorry. You-You got it. Turkitron: Are you sure I have it? Are you sure that since it happened to me I should be the one to tell it? Oh well then yes I thought I did. (Gulps wine) Pass me more wine. I shall require it to finish. (Gulps more)
thedressing12.mp3 Turkitron: See this thing here... We had a major run in during the conflict of mechanical advantage 6. Master Shake: Yeah, just guzzle it down, who cares right? Turkitron: Damn you Billy! Damn it. You thought you had my mind under your control, but now, who's strapped to a wall enslaved by the chickens, huh? You are strapped to the wall, man. Master Shake: Come on, please? Gimme a break will ya? Hey Down in front. Do you mind? Turkitron: And I'm not.. And who is now? You are... dick. Master Shake: WHOA!
thedressing13.mp3 Turkitron: Is that a time rift over there? Frylock: No, that's a curtain. Turkitron: Move. Frylock: Hey.. uhh. Are you all right? Turkitron: Get out of the time rift! You have no idea where this will send you. Frylock: Okay, okay man. Hey, you wanna lie down in the back for a little while... While you're waiting for your rift? Turkitron: Yeah, you wanna lie down because I hit you in the face?
thedressing8.mp3 Master Shake: Look at this! Frylock: Well, that explains it. 'Robot-Turkey Toy Recall' Master Shake: No, not that. Down here. The picture! Frylock: What? A panty-hose ad? Master Shake: You better believe it. Frylock: It says here they made-- Master Shake: Gimme that, it's mine. Frylock: It says here they made 5000 of those things Master Shake: Seriously? 5000 of that chick?! Frylock: ..No.
thedressing9.mp3 Carl: You have got to be frickin' kidding me. Turkitron: What are you eating?! Carl: This is your uh.. great-great-great..uh... Your mother. (explosions)
