[playing with a laser pointer] My god, these things are amazing. Check it out, I'm an eye doctor.
Can you please give me the laser pointer? It does not belong to you.
William Murderface
Hey, point that into my eyes again. Awww, yeaaah, it's awesome!
Points the laser beams at my too eye. Awhhh, cool...
I'm sorry, who is that fat kid?
Don't play dumb, you know who that is.
I have no idea who that is. Who the hell is that?
Uh, hello, that's our son.
Murderface
Yeah, we adopted him, for charity?
I'm sorry, how is that charity?
Then we are his foster fathers. What do you mean? That's for charity, right?
No Nathan, that's not donating money to organizations. That's... that doesn't help our tax situation.
Yeah. Can you give him back?
Hey that's a crappy thing to say but no, I don't think we can. We tried.
Well, let's talk about the big show. You guys are performing at the United Celebrities of the World Foundation with the London Philharmonic, kind of a big deal, London Philharmonic, blah blah.
Well, Fatty... dat's was not great back dere, how you killed an entire orchestra.
Looks cool but it does not reflects on us very well. Fatty Ding-Dongs, wes woulds likes to haves a words wid you, fathers to son.
Now, we know that it's totally your fault that the London Philharmonic was sliced in half by a laser beam, and we know that you're sorry, we know that. But I guess... hmmm... I guess we'd kinda hoped that you'd use better judgement, y'know? And as your fathers, we, uhh....
Murderface
(Angry) Aw he ate my fucking shoes little bastard! He ate my Civil War shoes! (Murderface walks up to Fatty Ding Dong and has a slap fight with him) They're fucking irreplaceable Civil War shoes! YA FAT SON OF A BITCH!
Oh, cool, yous gots a new shipment of custom guitar!
Yeah, dis is uh, some designs I'm messings arounds with, uh... dis one is, um, is Swiss Army-tar. Is good guitar for a camping trip, s'got toothpick.
Yeah, good tone, what's that one right' theere?
Uhh, is just an ant farm-itar. They, stills workings on it.
William Murderface
Nice! I'd like to stand on that thing.
Yah, an' this is the Gibson Excalib-itar, you know, and here's my... guitar made from the wood of Christ's cross.
Murderface
Awww, get ready for a billion e-mails. Here comes the offended religious weirdos.
What's offensive about the most religious instrument ever?
[A yell is heard.]
Murderface
That came from Skwisgaar's dressing room!
[The oxygenating hand aquariums, part of Skwisgaar's Hand Insurance Policy, are stuck to Skwisgaar's hands.]
I don't know whats to do! This solid crystal oxygenating hands aquariums won't comes off!
SKWISGAAR, YOU GOTS TO GETS ON STAGE SOON!
Murderface
Clank them together! Over your head! Burst them! Hurry!
[Skwisgaar clanks them over his head, only producing a tinkle, and the hand aquariums are barely even scratched.]
Murderface
It sounded cool.
[William Murderface's "Murderknobs" commercial.]
Murderface
[voice-over] Over a million babies and ladies die every hemisecond. That's why I use Murder Knobs.
[spoken] Doorknobs for a new world.
[Pickles the Drummer's "Pickle's Nickels" commercial.]
[voice-over] I'm Pickles the Drummer. And our country's experiencing a horrible problem - nobody is using nickels. Use nickels.
[spoken] Nickels is money too, guys.
VOVoice-over
Paid for in nickels by the US Department of Treasury.
[Nathan Explosion's "Explosion Sauce" commercial.]
[voice-over] I guess I've always hated my father. Explosion Sauce changed that.
[spoken] Explosion Sauce - it's good on its own.
[Toki Wartooth's "Willard Wonka Candy" commercial.]
[voice-over] I Toki. I slips in and out of diabetic coma. They should makes insulin-flavored candy. Whatever.
[spoken] Candy: tastes like chicken, if chicken was a candy.
William Murderface
Check it out, losers. Direct your attention to my crotch. See it?
[Murderface displays his purchase, a sharp and lethal-looking codpiece.]
Murderface
Feel it, envy it.
Murderface
Best purchase ever. It's not a big deal; it's just totally diamond-encrusted and titanium-based...
Oh, whats a coincidence! I gots a real cool codpiece too!
[Toki turns on a bright green strap-on vibrator and stands up to display it.]
Murderface
Uh, that's a dildo? A strap-on dildo?
Aww, screw you all off! My codpiece is the coolest!
[A video on being considerate at the workplace airs.]
I have to works with you everyday. So please, would you please take it easy on the cologne?
Murderface
While that hurts my feelings, I understand.
When you see a piece of trash on the ground, don't just stand there, PICK IT UUUUUP!
Yeah! And don't leave your lunch lying around either! It attracts ants!
And most important, remember - death is an everyday part of the workplace!
[Toki is shown taking out the trash and comes across a rotting corpse.]
So, when you see a dead body, don't freak out!
Just... ring your Deth-bell!
[Toki rings his Deth-bell]
Sorry I'm late guys, I uh... just had another one a those, I-can't-figure-it-out dreams again, you know... I think I might be stupid.
How can you be stupid? You're famous!
Dat sounds smart to me no matter how many times you slice it.
William Murderface
Hey quick! What's six times, um, er, uh... twelve!
Murderface
Oh, hey, what the fuck?!
I gets punch for laughing?!
Murderface
Laughing hurts more.
Murderface
Hey, I don't care how wrong it is. Just admit it; I'm a great speller and it burns you.
You're not a great speller! You got to spell right to be a speller!
Murderface
So what? A guy hits a home run, but since he's fat it's not a home run? It's gotta be perfect? That's not the point.
Now that is the point! THAT - IS - SPELLING!
Ech, they can't helps it, Toki. Not everyone gets the advantage of superior Skanzanavians ekocationen.
'Kay, name something that's got nothin' ta do with guitar go, go go go go go...
[unable to produce an answer] Oh, dum, dah, uh, oh, um, ah...
Um, Nathans? What do yous do, before you're nervous, at a show?
Murderface
You know what you do...
Yeah, whaddaya you, whaddaya you do? [shakes a bottle of liquor in front of Nathan] What's Nathan do?
Murderface
Just have a little drink!
That's it! I have a little drink! [starts drinking the entire bottle of liquor]
Murderface
That's what you do!
Aww, it must be 200 degrees. Fuck this shit, I'm taking off my fucking shirt off.
MPMashed Potato Johnson
We in the south! The birth place of the blues.
Well it's too fucking hot! And I'm taking my shirt off!
My GOD, I have let myself go...
Murderface
You have put on a few pounds lately -
You're, ah, not supposed to agree with me! Dick brain!
What are we even doing in this horrible microwave? I don't even care nothings about this blouse!
Yeah. But all I cares about is dark and brutal!
You wanna know dark and brutal? Come with me.