Stitch: Fine Buttwipe! *Angrily flys off towards his squads bunks* All a yall! Ivan wants us to go to Monsaic lines, get your wings ASAP and follow me! There are wounded sligs and Muds down there, and you know what that means. Rev' em up! *His voice is drowned out by 8 other engines starting up* I love that noise.
Stitch: *Flies back to Ivan with squad* Fartbreath... uh I mean Ivan! I've got my team, but some Slogs would be helpful too. *Sees a Mudokon scrub look up* *Flies over and beats him* Ha, ha, chump.
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Rhetorical question: Could God make a pie so hot that he couldn't eat it?
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