Jade (as Centurian): Hey get your hands off those!

Centurian (as Jade): OH! I wasn't! I mean. . . I just.

Ace (as Fused): Where the hell are we?

Doog (as Hybrid): Looks like. . . Dairy Queen.

Fused (as Ace): Chant's teleporter takes you to the DQ? . . .do whatcha gotta do for yer Dilly Bar jones, I guess.

Kaz (as SMM): Man. . . this sucks. I'm totally gay.

SpandexMonkeyMan (as Kaz): Hey! Shut up!!!

Kaz (as SMM): No. Seriously. Erections for men. All day looooooooong!!!

SpandexMonkeyMan (as Kaz): I'll kill you!

Kaz (as SMM): You'll kill *you*.

Ace (as Fused): Fused? Your arm isnt the only thing thats cybernetic is it?

Fused (as Ace): Don't ask. Lets just say that Triple T's not the only person here that's fucked a robot.

TheTimeTrust (as Wednesday): She wasn't a robot! She was an - -

Doog (as Hybrid): Toaster?

Midnight Spectre 2.0 (as Zombitannica): Uhhhhhhhgggnnnnn. . . .

Britannica (as Midnight Spectre 2.0): Boys! (and girl) I can talk!

SpandexMonkeyMan (as Kaz): Well thats unfortunate.

Ace (as Fused): Thank god! Now you can translate us all those things you were telling us as a zombie.

Britannica: Well chap. . . I was pretty much saying "Uhhhhhhhgggnnnnn. . . ."

JLR:

Britannica (as Midnight Spectre 2.0): It's not everyday you get to be a zombie!

Centurian (as Jade): Jade! I bought you a banana split!

Jade (as Centurian): I cant eat those. It's hard enough to fit in my costume.

Centurian (as Jade): Don't worry! Youre in my body, I eat em all the time. Pound away on it. I dont mind!

Jade (as Centurian): You didn't just eat that, did you?

Centurian (as Jade): Only two!

Jade (as Centurian): *cry*

Centurian (as Jade):

Fused (as Ace): Don't sweat it, kid.

He says as he slaps Centurian as Jade's taut buttocks.

Centurian (as Jade):

Hybrid (as Dood): Well Chant's on the loose as that Darren kid, All our bodies are switched by a device that, in all probability, vaporized in the base that exploded 5 minutes ago. Wednesday's been kidnapped and Time Trust's body is gone with it. Brit. We need your leadership.

Britannica (as Midnight Spectre 2.0): Blizzard treats for everyone!

JLR: . . .