Why don't we just...uhhhh....what if we just call him the Universal Remobot? I mean, he is a robot...
But Remonster is his name, it's branding!
This whole monster kinda thing feels a little tacked on, actually.
I mean, the T-shirts say "Universal Remonster", not "Universal Piece of Crap", like you say!
Oh, wow, you made T-shirts! That's cool.
Yeah, let me go get you one! [Holds up a t-shirt with a character resembling a Powerpuff Girl]
Wow, is that a Powerpuff Girl or something?
No! Can you not see? She has a mohawk and a wheelchair! We are NOT getting sued! Where's the Universal Remonster? I want him to have a baby-T and a visor!
Oh, man.... I think he went through the Starga-
It is a FARGATE! From the makers of Findependence Day! We will give it a mohawk and a wheelchair if you need help!
TPTv puppet
Lean to your left!
TPTv puppet
Lean to your right!
TPTv puppet
Lean to your left!
Oh, over here? (leans further right)
TPTv puppet
Uh-uh, that's your right!
TPTv puppet
Now lean to your right!
Like this? (leans even further right)
TPTv puppet
Hey, you got it right!
[Falls over] All right, cool.
Okay, Meatwad, that's good.
I never get tired of hearing that
(floating near the TV chair) Now what's this over here? (gestures on the right side)
No, I mean is it left, or is it right?
Well, it's a chair, and it's right over there!
[Oglethorpe shows up and hits Emory with a lamp]
Ow! DAMN! You hit me in the chin!
Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were a ghoul.
Well, it was your own damn fault for making noises like a ghoul.
Dude, I was flushing the toilet!
Ghouls do that. When they're making brownies! Shhh! Do you hear that? He's in the attic now! Quick, grab a kitchen knife!
Uh, the kitchen is IN the attic..
Oh, great! Now he has ze knife!
Dr Weird (on answering machine): Gentlemen, You have reached Dr. Weird's residence...NOW SPEAK AT THE TONE! (beep).
Voice (on answering machine): Hi, uh, Dr. Wired, Wi-ehrd,Weird..."
Dr Weird (in person): Steve? Send the phone spiders!
Voice (on answering machine): We have a new long distance package featur-- SPIDERS!! AAAAAHHH!
Dr Weird (in person): I guess we're not interested! Muah, haah haah haah, haaah!
We also made you a care package for your little adventure.
Oh boy, fiber tablets. Yum yum.
Yeah, dip them in the stool softener. I mean it's, it's delicious.
[long pause.]
There's espresso there, too, if you-
[Thanks to Master Shake, Carl has a dead black man's body]
This is not a time for you to be picky, Carl. That's all you can get when you go to the West End.
[arms start beating up Carl] Get it off, rip it off. What am I doing, oh God!
Oh no! The body's rejecting the head!
Oh, ya think?! Get it off me!
Of course it worked not at all. Which is what I was trying to say, before I was so rudely interrupted.
Take this body back, and not through town!
[Frylock has put Carl's head on a robotic body.]
I give you the ultimate in military hardware! Complete with laser cannon, indestructible titanium exoskeleton, and motion activated plasma pulse rifles.
And you're gonna plug him in?!
You're right. Damn, what the hell was I thinking?
[Carl's head is mounted on a remote controlled truck and it keeps ramming into Frylock's computer desk.]
Turn it left, turn it left! I keep hittin' the same spot. Look, you're gonna break my friggin' nose!
Sorry Carl, I still haven't gotten used to the...
Just give me the damn thing!
This switch makes it go left and right, and this switch is power.
Which lever sort of turns me to the lawyer, [ ] and makes me sue the hell out of you?!
All right, easy Carl. Don't make me have to shut the power off.
[terrified] D-d-d-don't do that. Just sorta put it on my chin. I'll frickin' steer it with my tongue. [his tongue is made out of glass and pushes the controller off]
That may not work. Let's just get Meatwad to drive ya home. Meatwad!
[Meatwad enters with the robot body that Frylock made earlier holding Shake in his vice grip]
Get him off me, please!!!
I didn't mean it! Everything I say about you, I mean about myself!
Shut up, boy, I make it worse!
[Outside, Meatwad throws Shake up into the air]
No-no-no-no I need to live!!!
MSMeatwad's Body
Target locked in.
[Meatwad's missiles explode on Shake]
Got him! Fudge you, butthole!
Carl, did you lose somethin' behind the couch?
Yeah, I did! I lost peace and quiet! What do you need?! What do you want?! Can I not just live here without having to occasionally deal with you animals?!
Well, yeah, it's your house.
And look what I just added to it!
(Frylock opens Carl's door to reveal his "Super-Toilet" out in the front yard) Oh, nice. A crapper!
(translated via computer) Oh man, I swear to fucking God Fry-man. I'm so fucking pissed right now. Oh, and by the way I hope you enjoy eating your own shit, because I'm about to rip your motherfucking throat out, and shove it so far up your ass, that you'll have to fart to fucking breathe, fucker.
Is that an F?... He's droppin' F-bombs over here!
