Stitch: *Crawls up off ground* My wings! You asswipe! Help! Help! *Slogs come to his side* Get 'em! The one that took my wings!
*A wounded Slig crawls over to him* Thank you sir, you saved my urk!.... *Stitch rips him out of his pants and crawls inside them*
Stitch: Time to show these Muds a lesson.
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Rhetorical question: Could God make a pie so hot that he couldn't eat it?
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