Z:

Do you think it's going to attack us?

P:

Watch out for the enIzzle SwIzZle. That could really pWn you in the BizALLs

J: (counting on fingers)

If I could HAVE six JAWS like AN eLITE
that WOULD be REAlly REAlly REAlly SWEET.

P:

are you writing a sonnet about the alien figurine?

Z:

what a fag.

J:

it's NOT my FAULT if I was BORN to SPEAK
in VERSE iAMbic AND penTAmeTER

P:

it's not my fault if I was born to melt women with my pectorals

Z:

i-AM-bic...or I-am-DICK!?

P:

I am Jack's cancerous prostate.