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| Prosthetic Head, Episode Four: Johnny's Trippin |
| End. Man, that sucked. |
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| Whoaaaaa... dude, that was some high-grade shit... |
| Hey! I'm startin to see stuff!... coooooool. |
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| Hello, Johnny. |
| Who the hell are you? |
| I'm a wombat. |
| What in the hell is a wombat? |
| I'm a wombat. |
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| Woooooow... say, what's a wombat do, anywho? |
| Not much... I am only two feet tall, you know. |
| Wow, man. That's amazing. |
| Are you ok, sir? You seem a bit... off. |
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| I'm on crack. |
| Crack, you say? Sir, that is very inappropriate. |
| You can't judge me. Fuck you. |
| You will pay!!! |
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| TRANSFORMATION WOO-HOO WOO-HOO!! |
| OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IT'S A... what the hell are you now, wombat? |
| Cluck cluck |
| ... what kind of wombat says "cluck cluck"? |
| Cluck cluck |
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| God dammit, if you don't start making sense RIGHT NOW, I'm going to leave and go smoke some crack! |
| Cluck cluck. |
| Fine. I'm outta here. |
| You will go nowhere, mortal. |
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| Cool! You're one of those circus midgets, right?! Can I pet you?! |
| Insolent fool! Bow before the Almighty E-Rev! |
| Ohh, now I get it. |
| You recognize me as your Lord and Master? |
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| You're one of those Dancing Wombat-Chicken Televangelists, right?! Kickass! |
| Stupid fucking lamer, I BLOW YOU UP FOR FUN AND PROFIT!!! |
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| Whoaaaa dude! Cool special effects!! |
| No!! It's not working!! |
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| How dare you not die when I zap you?! |
| *giggle* That tickled. Do it again!! |
| (Damn. The drug has granted him immunity!) |
| Stupid non-dying lamer... I will have your soul. |
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| Coooooooooooooooooooool, man. |