Avarice: Eww, who farted?
Roto: It wasn't me, I'm facing East.
Mulley:
And Avarice's baby was born with three arms and one eye.
Turtle Soup, anyone? 'Cuz he's about to get served.
Oh yeah, this thing is loaded with bad jokes.
Roto: "Light"? You're kidding me, right? You should see the amount of food Avarice's stuffing her face with.
Avarice: *smack* I'm eating for two.
Roto: Two rhinos?
Avarice: Baby, you've mooched off of me long enough. It's time for you to get a J-O-B job and earn your keep!
Nice try, cheap-ass. Go buy your own potions. Maybe if I fart on you with a Southwind...
