Ignignokt: Fryman, we’re full of religion now. Everyone, please bow your heads and pretend to be serious. Err: Do it or I’ll bow them for you. Ignignokt: You have deeply offended us and our God, and our God is a god of vengeance. And horror. Err: And action. Ignignokt: Our god is an Indian that turns in to a wolf. Err: Man, that’s Wolfen, man. Ignignokt: Well, the Wolfen will come for you with his razor. Meatwad: Guys, did you say that it would be easy to get whatever I want… like a ten-speed, because that’s what I really want. Ignignokt: Getting it is easy. Filling it with illegal substances and sending it across the border is not. Err: Yeah, see those dogs, they can smell anything. So you got to kick them in the throat! Meatwad: He now, guys, look. I do not wanna do anything illegal here. But I would kill somebody in front of their own mama to get a ten-speed. And if anybody testifies against me, I’ll gouge their eyes out. Err: Let’s go get drunk and rip off a ten-speed. Meatwad: We’ll get a basket and a horn on the handle. Err: We’ll set it on fire and wreck it into children… and laugh at their parents. And then we’ll get on the… Oh, man, I’m toasted! Ignignokt: The innocent shall suffer. Big time. Err: Come on, let’s go while I’m feeling it.

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