That Looks Wrong!!!
D: Damn, that looks one hell of wrong!!
(BZ is twisted way out of shape)
A: Bzethio, what are you doing?
BZ: It's called yoga, you blinkhole!
A: That is so not yoga. Marie does yoga. Hang on. MARIE!!!
M: WHAT?!?!
A: COULD YOU COME DOWN HERE AND TELL US IF WHAT BZETHIO IS DOING RIGHT
NOW IS ACTUALLY YOGA OR NOT?
M: SURE!
(M comes down to BZ's VIP room in Hifl)
A: Now, is that yoga BZ's doing?
M: No, not unless she's been taught by some creepy-minded instructor.
QB: So who taught you yoga, Bzethio?
BZ: Nobody. Just me and my instructional tapes down here.
M: Well, those instructional tapes are sure as hey wrong.
BZ: Hey, don't badmouth the instructional tapes!!!
QB: Let me see those tapes. (picks up a tape) Okay, let's see. "Yoga
for the Bad Guys." Yep, it's right, all right, except it's just not
the Good Guys way of doing yoga.
BZ: Damn straight. I will not be caught looking prissy.
D: But you will be caught looking as if you're about to do it with the
next butthole who comes by? OW!!!! (BZ has thrown a shoe at him)
That hurt, you stupid idiot!
A: Dhani, would you please calm down?
D: Oopees, me do bad thingie again.
QB: As the Queen, I hereby forbid the doing of any morbid yoga but the
true yoga. Marie, if you'd be so kind as to duplicate your own yoga
tapes and bring them down so that this uninlightened bitch may learn for
herself?
M: Of course.
BZ: I will not be caught looking like a prissy sissy!!!
Am: Ha, ha, too bad for you!
BZ: Up yours, asshole!
Am: Uh!
M: Cool it, both of you!
C: Prissy wissy sissy BZ!!
BZ: Diieeeeeeeeeee!!!!
QB: Why don't you? (Presses button and BZ falls down a trapdoor)
M: Ooh, that's going to hurt when she reaches the bottom.