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littlebrittle1.mp3 Ignignokt: I'm sorry, you have the wrong number. Oglethorpe: Dammit! Why did you hang up on me?! Hit redial! Ignignokt: Hello? Oglethorpe: Hello.. this is Mr. Brown. I believe that we got disconnected. Ignignokt: I'm sorry, you have the wrong number. Oglethorpe: Ohh, dammit!
littlebrittle2.mp3 Little Brittle: (Song) Well back in 1912 I could kick your ass. I did the tango and the foxtrot before it got banned. There was ragtime and jazz before there ever was rap, now I'm trapped with a colostomy bag in my pants.. Frylock: Oh, no. Meatwad: Oh yeah! Frylock: Hell no! Meatwad: Hell yeah! Frylock: We are not doing this again. No way. Meatwad: Yeah way! Frylock: This is MC Pee Pants isn't it? Isn't it?! Meatwad: No.. Frylock: Okay, fine. Sir-Loin, right? Meatwad: Nope. Frylock: Okay, well who is it, then? Meatwad: Guess. Where are my eyes lookin'? Frylock: Will you just tell me who he is? Cause I'm not gonna look at your poster. Meatwad: This here's Little Brittle and the C-bag. And he's kickin' it: elderly school.
littlebrittle3.mp3 Meatwad: Bowel trouble y'all. Stool sample! Soft and loose, soft and loose, ya gotta gimme the juice--the metamuce. Frylock: All right, all right. Whatever. Meatwad: And that goes on..forever.
littlebrittle4.mp3 Master Shake: Where do you two thing you're going? Frylock: Wherever the hell we want. Master Shake: Not without me! Meatwad: We're going to see Little Brittle at the old folks home. Master Shake: Go without me!
littlebrittle9.mp3 Meatwad: Little Brittle? Knock knock.. Hey, Little Brittle. We come visit you-- Little Brittle: Ah-ah! Bitch, get away from my (???) I'll stab you in the neck with this picture of my grandson! (cough cough)
littlebrittle5.mp3 Frylock: He's happy to see you. He wants you to hug him, see? Meatwad: But I..I..I don't want to. Little Brittle: Ohhh, homey. Why you gotta play me like that? Frylock: Give him a hug, Meatwad. Meatwad: But he smells like lotion and doodoo! (Little Brittle grabs him)
littlebrittle6.mp3 Meatwad: You uhh..You gonna put out any more jams? Little Brittle: No.. my label dropped me. The said that songs like "Uh Oh, Polio" didn't connect with today's youth. Meatwad: Yeah.. also. You slept through alot a them songs..right? Little Brittle: (Snores)
littlebrittle7.mp3 Master Shake: Frylock, you would not believe what just happened. A prowler broke in here, and forced your cupcakes in my mouth, and now he says if you don't leave the room and let him use the internet..he'll shoot me. Frylock: Fine. Master Shake: He has a gun, you know. Frylock Well you said he'd shoot you, so I did figure it was a gun. Master Shake: Frylock, I am completely serious her-- (Frylock pulls out second plate of cupcakes) You had MORE cupcakes?!
littlebrittle10.mp3 Little Brittle: See, I released it in Transylvania so vampires would come and visit me and I could get them to bite into my neck and then I could become immortal! Why the hell do you think I made myself look so sexy on the cover?! Frylock: See, I knew it. I knew some bull- was up with you. I knew it! Little Brittle: Look, yo. Brittle needs to live forever! Otherwise I go down to hell and Satan send me back as something worse! He's got all these ideas... he don't tell me none of them!
littlebrittle8.mp3 Little Brittle: Now kill me, quick! Frylock: We're not going to kill you. The moral thing to do is to let you die naturally..alone, in a pile of your own filth. Little Brittle: Look, it's easy. Just build a time machine, go back into prehistoric times with a satellite tracking device and a laser gun, blow up the comet, save all the dinosaurs so they don't die out and create fossil fuels, so there ain't no energy to feed my food tube. Meatwad: Or we could just pull this plug right here. Little Brittle: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..do that!
