Marty: “With all this ruckus, there better be some psychos attacking or something.”

Panicbot: “It’s even worse than that! I can’t figure out what the fuck to build with today’s legos!”

Marty: “Oh for the love of… huh. What does the calendar say it’s supposed to be?”

Panicbot: “I think it’s a shower! Aieeeeeeeee!”

Marty: “A shower? Well, that is just retarded. I can’t take off my clothes! If I were to stand in a shower, I’d look like an idiot.”

Panicbot: “I KNOW RIGHT?? WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DOOOOOOO”

Marty: “I am going to throw the parts on the unused parts pile along with all the swords and extra wigs. You are going to shut up. Jesus christ.”

Panicbot: “Who’s that woman lying up there in the corner, with the loaf of french bread?”

Marty: “Goddamnit I told you not to pay any attention to that corner.”

Marty: “There you go, Courierbot, all finished!”

Courierbot: “Wow! Thanks Marty, I feel like a new robot!”

Marty: “I may be a simple medieval blacksmith, but I do know a thing or two about building an old-fashioned rocket sled.”

Applepig: “Oink.”

Marty: “It is a pretty wicked spoiler, if I do say so myself.”

Panicbot: “Marty! Oh my god! Holy fuck! Oh my holy fucking fuck!”

Marty: “If this is about how you can totally see the Mysterious Shadowy Figure from last episode up there in the corner of the frame, just ignore him. That’s ‘off-stage’.”

Panicbot: “No, it’s worse than that! It’s about a hundred million billion times worse! WE ARE TOTALLY BONED!”

Marty: “I am going to invent some kind of robot pill, so you can take one.”

Woman: “Patron, j’ai vu Keith. Ils l’ont attaché haut et verrouillé il dans la prison de tribunal.”

Mysterious Shadowy Figure: “Ssssssssss.”

Woman: “Est-ce que voulez-vous que je sauve cet idiot?”

MSF: “Ssssssssssss.”

Woman: “Je ne sais pas ce que ce signifie. Pourquoi est-il si foncé dedans ici? Votre identité n’est pas un grand secret — vous êtes Voldo.”

MSF: “Ssssssssssss.”

Woman: “Parlez-vous même français? Communiquons-nous réellement du tout?”

MSF: “Sssssssssssssssss.”

Psycho: “Man, this sucks. I didn’t even get any new ears for my collection.”

Woman: “Hé, êtes-vous Keith? L’homme d’oreille?”

Keith: “What? Oh hey! Yeah, I’m Keith. You look kind of familiar. Did the boss send you to bust me out of here?”

Woman: “Pas, il m’a envoyé pour voir comment mal vous avez vissé vers le haut. Assez le mauvais, il s’avère.”

Keith: “Lady, I don’t speak Babelfish French. What’s with the bread? Is there a file in it?”

Woman: “Pourquoi est-ce que je ruinerais un pain parfaitement bon en mettant un dossier dans lui?”

Keith: “Well, whatever. Quick, give it to me before a guard sees you!”

Woman: “Pourquoi est-ce que je donnerais mon pain à un âne comme vous? Va te faire foutre!”

Psycho: “I think you guys are being kind of drastic here. I’m sure it’s all a big misunderstanding.”

Phil: “Misunderstanding? You are a psycho, who attempted to assault and murder members of our community.”

Psycho: “What, little ol’ me? Come on, I wouldn’t hurt a fly!”

Phil: “You were carrying a briefcase full of severed human ears.”

Psycho: “Nonsense!”

Phil: “I have it right here. Thank you, Tinyfiretruckbot.”

Tinyfiretruckbot: “Weeeeee Beeeeyoooooooop.”

Psycho: “Oh, that briefcase. Okay, sure.”

Cindy: “And you attacked me with a knife!”

Psycho: “Can I have my knife back now?”

Cindy: “No!”

Psycho: “Okay okay okay. Sure, I’m totally murderously insane and everything, but just look at yourselves! Hanging a prisoner upside down by one leg to interrogate him? Don’t you think that’s a little ‘Lord of the Flies’? I believe it was Decartes who said ‘He who fights with monsters must take care lest he thereby become a monster himself.’”

Tinyfiretruckbot: “Whoooooop.”

Psycho: “Nietzche? All right, well, whoever said it, you see my point, right?”

Phil: “…Yes, I suppose I do.”

Marty: “Woah, Phil, what? You’re going to let this freak go?”

Phil: “No, certainly not, he’s much too dangerous. Cindy, cut him up.”

Psycho: “Woahwoahwoahwoah!”

Phil: “Oh, sorry, I meant to say ‘cut him down’. And then lock him in one of the cells in the courthouse.”

Marty: “We’re gonna have to look at that vocabulary chip, Phil.”

Robot: “Marty! Oh God! It’s terrible! Terrible news!”

Marty: “What’s wrong, Panicbot? Did more psychos show up?”

Panicbot: “No! Worse!! Someone was playing Minecraft all night and forgot to post an update!”

Marty: “Aw man, lame. All right, we’ll just do two today to catch up, and then maybe post some bonus links or something.”

Panicbot: “Holy shit, who is that man you’ve got tied up there?”

Cindy: “A psycho we captured. Do you guys have a prison cell or something?”

Psycho: “Can I have my knife back please?”

Cindy: “No. Shut up.”

Panicbot: “A psycho?? OH MY HOLY FUCK ON TOAST”

Marty: “Panicbot, I think we need to have a look at… whatever part of you it is that makes you do that.”