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ezekiel1.mp3 Ezekiel: Daddy? Carl: Next door, jackass.
ezekiel2.mp3 Ezekiel: Daddy? Master Shake: No.. no.. You're.. uh.. probably thinkin' of the guy next door. Big fat guy. ..you take care! Carl: (Gun cocks) That's right; get lost.
ezekiel3.mp3 Frylock: Well Shake, aren't you going to name your son? Meatwad: Aww, is this your bastard? Ezekiel: Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Daddy! Master Shake: He ain't mine! Meatwad: Aw, now that you said it I can totally see the resemblence. 'Specially in like, the cup region. I don't know if you can see it, but I can definitely see you both lookin' cup-like.
ezekiel4.mp3 Master Shake: Look, yes, I have banged hundreds of broads, internationally, but know this: I wrap my rascal TWO times cause I like it to be joyless and without sensation as a way of punishing supermodels.
ezekiel5.mp3 Meatwad: I wanna name him. Can I name him? Master Shake: No! He's my son--No! He's not my son! Nobody can prove that! Meatwad: I'm gonna name you Jesus..Ezekiel..Jesus. And that's from the Bible.
ezekiel6.mp3 Master Shake: Why do you disappoint me? Second by second, you waste my time. Frylock: Shake Shake Shake, lets just have some fun out here, okay? Master Shake: Why? He sucks. C'mon Suck-y, before you ruin the entirety of my future. Frylock: Shake-- Master Shake: The only reason God doesn't erase you from the face of the Earth is because you amuse him somehow. Frylock: Shake, you're outta line now! Master Shake: Don't you tell me who's out of line! I'm his father! I know what's right for him!
ezekiel7.mp3 Carl: Shake! Shake! Wake up! What are you doin'? Master Shake: My son...he doesn't listen. Carl: Look, whatever. Get outta my car. It's freakin' three bucks a gallon--how long have you been running this engine? What, you think I should pay for this?!? Master Shake: No... Carl: Yeah, that's right. You're dead, you don't have to worry about it. Meanwhile, your bowels are leakin' all over the dash, stainin' my shag carpet. That's freakin' authentic red pleather, that ain't cheap. Master Shake: Yeah... Carl: Smells like friggin exhaust in...here. You know why I had car wash people put cocoa butter smell in there? Because I want prostitutes to feel welcome. I don't want them to feel like it's a death trap. Master Shake: I'm sorry, Carl. It appears I failed you as well. Carl: Look, I'm sorry. I should not have unloaded on you like that. Here's a steak knife. Go kill yourself on your lawn.
