GC: ((In her best Terminator impression)) No problemo.

LK: (Oh no, not the Terminator impression)

GC: Hasta la vista, baby. ((Whoosh!))

It would take Trancer and two firemen 45 minutes to extinguish the flames and revive the hapless bard. Meanwhile...

GC: ((Sigh)) Turn off the TV. There's nothing left to watch.

TR: ((Looks around)) (Is she talking to me?)

GC: Yeah, you in the funny pants. You heard me.

TR: ((Walks to the TV and turns it off)) (Sufferin' succotash! I'm a fireman [firewoman?], not a remote control)

GC: I've always wanted to test this. ((Takes out Transmogrifier ray-gun)) Special delivery from Mars! ((Zap!)) So, can succotash suffer?

TR: ((As a pile of succotash)) (Oh, the pain, the humiliation. Oh, the agony, AAA-GOOO-NEEE!)

GC: No, really. How do you feel?

TR: (You're despicable)

GC: ((Sigh)) Nothing changes. I don't feel better. Just empty.

[So how many times have I taken quotes from Melissa? No really, I want to know.]

TR: (Great, now she's going to eat me)

GC: Pah-lease! You look like something only Hudson would eat.

Leicky awakens.

LK: ((Getting up)) What's up, Doc? (My health insurance rates are going to up. Again.)

LK: ((Spots Trancer)) Mmm. Succotash. ((Heads for Trancer))

GC: Ugh! What a revolting development. ((Zaps Trancer with the Transmogrifier))

LK: ((Disappointed)) Oh, it's Trancer.

TR: Nice to see you too Smokey.

LK: Succotash breath.

TR: Second-rate bard.

LK: At least I have a dental plan.

TR: Heresy? You call that a dental plan?

LK: Err...