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remooned1.mp3 Ignignokt: Observe our penninsula of masculinity! Err: You love it! Oglethorpe: What're they doing over there? Emory: Hey, look. We're getting a transmission from their ship. Ignignokt: Observe: the digital dong. Err: Check it out! Ignignokt: That's right, I'm male. Oglethorpe: Your dongs are small and useless! Emory: You know..maybe we should probably get goin'.. I mean, this is how fights start. Oglethorpe: This is not a fight....this is a WAR!!! (transports to Mooninites Ship with a water balloon) SUCK ON THIS!! Err: What was that?
remooned2.mp3 Ignignokt: Observe Err: the digital nards. The principal will resent his nards being presented in such a crude manner. Err: You're not painting in no school. That's a damn rock. Ignignokt: Well.. Err: And I like to rock. (singing) I will rock your face!! Ignignokt: We are bored. Err: Damn, I'm bored.
remooned14.mp3 Err: Is he all right? Ignignokt: Cliff hasn't been all right since the lunar war. Err: (Bothers Cliff) Ignignokt: That's enough, Err. Look. Err: What the heck is that? Ignignokt: It's Cliff's check from the government for being Crazy. Err: Holy damn! Look at that. Ignignokt: Come. We shall acquire it without permission from Cliff. Err: We must steal it! Ignignokt: And blow it over there...
remooned3.mp3 Master Shake: All right! That was incredi- You know you were in there for almost five minutes? You are gonna win, and you are gonna get in that book. Meatwad: Man, the pressure on my eyes was indescribable. Master Shake: Yeah, but that was easy. We just did a thaw. That was only on fish! Meatwad: I'm ready for poultry. Master Shake: No, you're not. But you will improve with practice so there's still hope. This time you're gonna be in there for awhile, so maybe you should get some reading material. Ooh. Here, read this box of foil. Meatwad: (Reading the box) Do not use in microwave oven..
remooned15.mp3 Master Shake: Thanks a lot. Thanks a lot! I got my energy drinks in there - they're all ruined. Now, I'm gonna be worn out all day. I got no carbs, no electrolytes. I needed that boost, man!
remooned4.mp3 Ignignokt: It feels good to stretch my legs. Boy, I haven't bitch-slapped someone since Tuscon. Err: Bend over slave! Ignignokt: Prepare for a pride-obliterating bitch-slap. Master Shake: All right!! Wh-- Dammit!!
remooned5.mp3 Frylock: Look, why don't you just try a check-cashing place? Ignignokt: We don't just try to do what Earthlings tell us. Err: But um, where would it be located? Ignignokt: ..if we were to stoop so low as to get your pathetic directions. Your punishment is to write those down for suggesting anything to us: now and forever.
remooned6.mp3 Meatwad: In a post-apocalyptic world, one man is transported from the microwave dimension to feast upon the remains of those who once lived. Rated R. Master Shake: Will you shut up? You're not that guy! Meatwad: I am telling you, that would make a good movie. Master Shake: Yeah, good movie. Break the friggin' projector.
remooned7.mp3 Master Shake: What do you mean 'no'? Don't you know how much this is for? Cause I do not! Clerk: Look, uh. We don't cash checks here. Master Shake: And we don't respond to threats! I'll say it one more time in that little language I like to call English. Or maybe I should say it in Mexican-o? Get back there-o and cash-o the check-o, amigo. Andale, Andale. Ignignokt: He's not responding cup. Lay into him more. Err: Yeah, lay into him some more! Ignignokt: I've got this, Err. Clerk: That thing there is your check? Master Shake: Yeah, that's the check. Clerk: Well, we don't cash 'em. Master Shake: Oh, you've never seen a check before? Oh, me so sorry. Maybe you're in the wrong business. And maybe immigration would like to know about this. Clerk: Good.. cause I'm American. Master Shake: Well I'm not! But when I become one, maybe then I'll legally buy a weapon and we won't have to vote you out of office. Will we, scumbag?!
remooned8.mp3 Master Shake: Unbelievable. Ignignokt: Un-fathomable. Master Shake: You know they sneak in and then they try to rule us. Well I'm gonna sneak into your country, and do this job there, and then not cash any of your friggin' checks! How will you like that? You won't! Because you'll be here! Ignignokt: Your logic is flawless.
remooned9.mp3 Ignignokt: But we can offer you this: Cash our check and you will get immortal. Err: Never ending life. Carl: Nahh. Sometimes I kinda wanna die.
remooned10.mp3 Meatwad: And as you can see, that's my proper identification. It all checks out. You will notice a difference in height. That's because I'm an organ donor, had to have my body removed last year and donated. I certainly hope you don't discriminate here. Clerk: No, uh...Mr..uh.. Meatwad: Meatwad. Clerk: It doesn't say that on here. Meatwad: What's it say? Clerk: Carl. Meatwad: Yeah, that's his ID.
remooned13.mp3 Ignignokt: Tell me.. Were there Weenie Wraps? Meatwad: Microwavable, but Weenie Wraps none-the-less. Ignignokt: Weenie Wraps intrigue me. Meatwad: Yep. And they have Burger Drops- Err: Burger Drops?! (crashes through window) Meatwad: -and burrito cakes- Master Shake: I thought they stopped making those. Meatwad: -and pizza balls Master Shake: Pizza balls?! Ignignokt: Were there Lil' Turkey Muffins? Meatwad: They have Lil, regular and mega. Ignignokt: Seize all pennies at once! Purchase all pizza balls and meg-- Oh. There you are. Err: You take this...and we'd better go.
remooned11.mp3 Frylock: Hmm. I guess it emits radiation when it's due, and it's two months past due. Master Shake: Ohh, look at my hands. Oohh, the hands. Look at those hands.
remooned12.mp3 Master Shake: Hey, cueball. Wake up. You shouldn't drink during the day, you know. Carl: My hair..my hair! Where is my hair?! Where's--my stache! Meatwad: You can have it back now, Carl. It's itchy. And it makes me look a little tooty-fruity. Carl: Ho-oh-oh. Funny. Frylock: Well, Carl, actually you know I think you look younger without it. Carl: Yeah, no I get your vibe. By younger you mean gay: I'm gay lookin'. Frylock: Whatever.
