Sir Nigma: “Oh god, I am never playing quarters with this pig ever again.”

Marty: “While you were passed out, Applepig ejected his apple and started growing a new one. It was weird as hell.”

Applepig: “Oink?”

Sir Nigma: “I think my stomach just turned inside-out.”

Marty: “Guess what else? The calendar gave us knives today. Merry Christmas!”