Desertman: For Great Justice!
Drillman: We Net Guardians!
Serenade: Do you why make us funny talk?
Serenade: Like I belive that... whoah! I'm talking normal! SWEET!
Punk: Tengo un bano en mis gato!
Punk: Parle Vouz framaus! Quatro cerveza por favor! AHHHHHH!!!!!
Punk: ow.... that hurt. Hey, i can talk normally!
Punk: *running around in a circle around CATS* I can talk normally! HEHEHEHE!
Serenade: Wouldn't that mess up your brain after a while?
Flashman: Everyone knows Jeremy doesn't have a brain.
Punk: Of, course, it's common knowle...HEY!
Drillman: Well, now that we can talk right, nothings even remotely stopping me from beating you within an inch of your life.
Desertman: C'mon, let's be civil here... how about within a centimeter!
Drillman: That's the least of your problems now!
Drillman: No worries, it's only an arm. They can be replaced... unfortunatly, I don't think Lungs can though...
Punk: Is that what instines really look like?
Flashman: GO FOR THE HEAD!
Serenade: Ouch! I hope he didn't need that eyelid...
Punk: Wow, I can't believe he's still breathing after all that.
Metalman: I know. I wonder if they can re-attach his spine fragments together.
Drillman: Ahhh, he'll be fine.