"Mr. Owl, how many licks does it take to get to the center roll of a tootsie pop?"
"Well, let's find out. A one, a two, a three--" *accidentally eats it*
"How many licks does it take to get to the center roll of a tootsie pop? The world may never know. The world WILL never know. I'll make sure the world never knows! MuahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!" *the announcer's laughter quickly descends into maniacal laughter*
*Woman wearing a dress literally made of rags and dust balls that is messily sewn together *
“Okay, if I’m being completely honest….”
“Oh sure, start now.”
“Well it’s made of rags and bags and chunks of dust.”
“Yeah. We’re working on a budget of zero dollars.”
“Also, we’re mice. It’s a miracle we made anything!”
I must warn you, Mr. Garrison, that there are risks. You could wind up a hideous, foul shadow of a creature, so terrifyingly ugly that you’re forced to live in the sewers, only emerging at night for scraps of food.
“Lambchop! Thank goodness you’re alright!”
“Alright?! Speak for yourself! I was practically strangled by a leopard thong bikini!”
*Niles pulls out said bikini*
“Oh sorry about that.”
*Niles exits the kitchen clutching the bikini*
“These beer googles make everything look great! Even my date looks hot!”
“Oh yeah? Well your ‘hot’ date isn’t looking so hot now.”
*Charred skeletal remains of a woman in a dress and heels is next to Drinky Crow*