Enoch Yablonski: "I'M SO FUCKING PISSED OFF AT THAT GUTTER-LURKING SCREWED-UP LOOKING MARMOT ON MY COMPUTER SCREEN THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY ABOUT ROYAL KNIGHT BLUEBALLS OVER THERE, ALTHOUGH I COULD MAKE SOME CONNECTION BETWEEN HIM AND THOSE ART SCHOOL PANSY REJECTS THAT HOLD THEIR ROYALLY REJECTED DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS FESTIVAL EVERY YEAR IN THE WOODS THAT I'M CURRENTLY TRANSFORMING INTO A CORN AND MINE FIELD."

UglyCat: "ROOOWWWWWRRRR!!! Just shut the hell up already, nobody thinks you're funny! RRRROOOOWWRRRR!!!"

Cliff Yablonski: "What the hell are you two goddamn shitheads doing to my computer screen web Internet? I just looked at the last two fucking pages and it was like somebody forced a kindergarten to make their kids take random words they found written in a highway reststop's bathroom and throw them into any nonsensical order they want! You two cornjobs are turning my computer screen page into pure runny batshit and I'm gonna beat the fuck out of you both with this wooden block attached to a key I found out behind the Texaco bathroom!"

Enoch Yablonski: "WHATEVER YOU SAY, LITTLE BROTHER, I GUESS I SHOULD JUST HIDE BEHIND MY SEARS TRADITIONAL SLEEPER SOFA RIGHT NOW, HUH?"

UglyCat: "ROOOWWWWWRRRR!!! I'd be surprised if either of you even have the muscle strength to lift your legs high enough to walk up a single step in the welfare check office! RRRRAAAAAAWWRRRR!!!"

Cliff Yablonski: "That's it, it's time for a 1960's-style ass whooping courtesy of your old friend Cliff. Enoch, I'm tired of your shit and if dad could still hear, I'd call him up on the phone and tell him just what a jackass you're being for completely fuckscrewing up my award winning computer screen show!!!"

Enoch Yablonski: "YEAH, KEEP ON CHUCKING OUT YOUR PUSSY THREATS, YOU COULDN'T EVEN LAND A PUNCH ON ME IF I WAS BLITZ DRUNK AND PASSED OUT IN WADING POOL YOU INCONTINENT RECLUSE!"

Cliff Yablonski: "Okay, enough of this ant and pony shit, I'm coming over there and I'm gonna cram your body so full of sandbags that they're gonna have to use your mouth as a Pez dispenser next time it floods!!!"

Enoch Yablonski: "HEY CLIFF, I'M STILL WAITING FOR YOUR DECOMPOSING FLESH BAG TO WADDLE ON OVER HERE AND FLAIL AROUND LIKE A GAY SAILOR, WHERE ARE YOU AT, YOU OLD FUCKHORSE?"

Cliff Yablonski: "I'm next door, I just broke in and used your neighbor's computer machine to make these words appear on this machine screen so you'll know I'm on my way over to bash in your skull with a fire axe handle."

Enoch Yablonski: "YEAH, I'LL BE WAITING RIGHT HERE ON MY FANCY ASS DILLARDS SOFA I STOLE FROM THEM WHEN I THREW ALL THOSE ROAD FLARES ACROSS THEIR CRAPPY STORE AS DISTRACTION DEVICES."