Males, rally with me---don't shower!!

[BeakerSqueedom]

Not THAT way!

XD You know...the ones they use for football?

Ew.

Not the OTHER ones.

Sheesh.

LOL!

 

[The Count]

Oh sorry... But you're the one who got tumbled into the cheerleader/mascot costumes... Now let's just get back to our seats and watch the chaos, from a safe distance.
*Takes Claudia after she's changed back into her normal fan clothes up to where we were sitting in the bleachers.

 

[Winslow Leach]

*Spots Tony fallen down... Come on Leech! Get back at that Bo with your unlimited MST3K ammo! Let loose the devil dogs on the scumdun from London!

(at the mention of MST3K, Leach suddenly reacts just as Popeye reacts when he downs a can of spinach; Leach parries the air more confidently with his mighty spatula)

HIKEEBA ! ! ! !

Pee-wee Herman IS Gladiator!

(as Elmer Fudd, in reaction to Claudia's costume): Shhhhh...I'm hunting wabbits, huh huh huh!

That prawn guy fights like the Cadillac of cars!

The slowest episode of American Gladiator ever.

Boy, this really makes you wonder...wonder what I could be doing now instead of watching this!

You know what would spice this thing up? Gary Coleman!

Gary Coleman in The Incredible Shrinking Man!

Hey, look, the ref is Joe Don Baker!

Joe Don Baker is Mittens!
Mitchell...
Oh yeah.

Watch out guys, Joe Don hasn't eaten a thing in like two minutes!

Not even brussels sprouts stand a chance against the mighty Joe Don.

Joe Don Baker let loose in a supermarket. Think about it.

 

[Beakerfan]

*waving pompoms* Lets go Kyle, lets go! Lets go Kyle, lets go! *leans over to Ed* Kyle's winning by a long shot.

 

[The Count]

*To Alex: If you say so.
*Chomps down, devouring the leader of the Devil Dogs, after adding some sweet relish and cole slaw on top.

Yeah, Joe Don Baker is Mitchell!
The Martha Mitchell Story!

Why does Tony look like he's caught in a wind tunnel?
Well, at least there's wakachawaka music.

It was the 3rd of December...
A day I'll always remember!

Hey Tony, challenge Bo's crummy-looking bots to a death match of hockey!

 

[Winslow Leach]

Yes! My theme music is that cool wakachawaka music from movies and TV of the 1970s.

Tom: Any movie with wakachawaka can't be all bad!

Count, refresh my memory on the death hockey thing...

(Leach is whacked over the head with a trident)

Ow! Gotta go!

(Leach runs back out onto the battlefield, fighting his opponents, while wakachawaka music plays)

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....

 

[The Count]

Aw, come on... Don't tell me you don't remember the time our USA stinkyness came across the Russians odifference... You opened up the hexfield view screen to see who was out there... You even thought you could throw them a lifeline and help each other out. Until they told you that we were AC and their smell ran on DC, we were how you say uncompatible. And then we said a prayer wishing our cosmonaut counterparts well.

(All after Crow challenged the crummy Russian bots to a hockey match).

 

[FraggleRockRock]

Ah, men... silly and smelly. Gotta love 'em.

Oh, wait. I'm supposed to be dying, huh?

*Keels over again*

 

[Beakerfan]

Kyle! Don't pay attention to them! They're just trying to distract you! I've already gotten lost in translation, don't let them get to you!

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

(at the mention of MST3K, Leach suddenly reacts just as Popeye reacts when he downs a can of spinach; Leach parries the air more confidently with his mighty spatula)

HIKEEBA ! ! ! !

Pee-wee Herman IS Gladiator!

(as Elmer Fudd, in reaction to Claudia's costume): Shhhhh...I'm hunting wabbits, huh huh huh!

That prawn guy fights like the Cadillac of cars!

The slowest episode of American Gladiator ever.

Boy, this really makes you wonder...wonder what I could be doing now instead of watching this!

You know what would spice this thing up? Gary Coleman!

Gary Coleman in The Incredible Shrinking Man!

Hey, look, the ref is Joe Don Baker!

Joe Don Baker is Mittens!
Mitchell...
Oh yeah.

Watch out guys, Joe Don hasn't eaten a thing in like two minutes!

Not even brussels sprouts stand a chance against the mighty Joe Don.

Joe Don Baker let loose in a supermarket. Think about it.

*Screeches loudly from her seat and keels over*
NOO PLEASE!
PEEWEE MUST STAY AWAY!

*Looks around and reddens*

YAY TONY!

*Goes to change into army clothes*

COWABUNGA!

Me shall fight....for no reason at all...

*Picks up FRR and does a Tarzan yell*