Oscar: No! It’s mine! MINE! Get your own wrinkly meat ball! Boy, this taste SO good!
But isn’t Gary undead? How can a hospital help him?!
How the hey did that stick ended up on the moon? Did Superman threw it?
No, she expect you to get your butt out of bed!
Here’s a bombshell, kid… There were NO internet when your parents were kids!
MOM!! HAMMIE CLONED HIMSELF!! That’s nice, dear. Why aren’t you taking this seriously!? There’s now two of them! Isn’t cloning illegal in this state? We need to call the FBI!
OMG! It’s a female Hammie from another universe!
Nobody likes pushy interviews, Hammie.
How do you think he keeps catching you despite your “plausible deniability”?
That scumbag! He KNEW Brad’s parents will say no! That’s why he’s already unpacking his stuff before they have a chance to do so!
Oscar: No! It’s mine! MINE! Get your own wrinkly meat ball! Boy, this taste SO good!