Metalocalypse2006

Pickles the Drummer:
[the band has agreed to meet in the bathroom of a restaurant; they are debating what to do about their intrusive families. Pickles storms through the door as Murderface is urinating] I'm gonna lose my mind, my parents just brag and brag about my brother! "Oh, he's in a room above the garage!" BIG DEAL! He's an ex-con! [he takes several puffs of an asthma inhaler] I haven't used of these things for fifteen years.

Nathan Explosion:
[Nathan and Skwisgaar burst in] WHAT THE F***!

Skwisgaar Skwigelf:
This whole thing gives me a case of my stomachs throw up!

William Murderface:
What're you worried about? Your mom seems cool.

Skwisgaar Skwigelf:
She was the most pros-kwim-in-ous. Womens in Swedens has sex with everybody. Pfft! Thanks, Mom!

Nathan Explosion:
The fact that my parents had sex in order to create me makes me want to be buried alive.

William Murderface:
My grandma has an odor that's so very wrong, and she wants me to buy that bastard a wheelchair; she won't shut up about it!

Pickles the Drummer:
Why do we make it so hard on ourselves? We'll just solve it like any other problem.

William Murderface:
Of course! We have them put to sleep!

Pickles the Drummer:
No, we lie! We'll lie through our teeth and throw money at 'em. Buy that bastard a wheelchair; we'll take 'em miniature golfing or whatever the f*** people do. We'll pretend we're "interested" in what they're askin', and when that weekend's over... we'll ship 'em outta here, never to be seen again. Deal?

William Murderface:
Okay.