[pokes Shnitzel's hand] You're all squishy. Like a big marshmallow! [bites Shnitzel's hand, causing Shnitzel to scream in pain] Geh! You do not TASTE like a marshmallow.
[laughs] Can't even lift a pickle jar. How does that make you feel, little man? Does it burn you with shame? [sniffs] Ahhh. I can smell your failure. It's a most delicious aroma.
Use that shame, Shnitzel! Be its master, poke it in the gut, call it "Grandpa." We'll whip up that mushy body of yours back into shape, and when you can move the farfel, you will once more be strong!
Shnitzel, what color is the universe? What if the sky smelled like fish? Who designed our brains? What comes after the letter "Z"? Do you believe in alternate dimensions? Do you believe in ghosts? Do you believe in alternate ghosts? Shnitzel, how much more could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? Shnitzel, what makes you cry?
[Puppet Shnitzel looks at Puppet Chowder for a second, and turns with a tear dripping from his eye]