Metalocalypse2006

Dr. Johnathan Twinkletits:
[Rolling back and forth in his office chair. Murderface's eyes follow his movement] Your band is in trouble. You're on the verge of destroying *each other*! You're a bunch of jungle monkeys! You're hurtin' each other's feelings! And why? Why? At the end of the day, what's - what's so great about that? 'Cause you know what that tells me? "I ain't okay with myself. I'm not okay with this guy over here." It literally makes me ill, to see people do that - you're a family! You are! You know that? Hey, then if you don't want that, Jack, there's the door. Take a walk, take a hike. I *know* what I'm talkin' about, 'cause I was in a band once.

Skwisgaar Skwigelf:
Well, I bet you guys totally sucked. The worst band ever of all...

[Twinkletits backhands him across the face]

Dr. Johnathan Twinkletits:
[suddenly livid] I'm in charge of you now, ya ugly idiots. I'm here to help you! And you *need* help. Why? Because you're weak. You're terrified. And you're outta control. One small move and you could lose everything. *Everything*! Is that what you want?

[the band is dumbstruck; Twinkletits returns to normal]

Dr. Johnathan Twinkletits:
[Suddenly cheerful] Good. Then let's begin, shall we?

Skwisgaar Skwigelf:
[holding his jaw] You slapped at my face.

Dr. Johnathan Twinkletits:
[singsong voice] No, I didn't.