*Akhim jumps up onto the table*
Dorian: "Akhim, what in the buttery cat hell do you think you're doing?"
*Akhim steps onto a chair, sits, looks at Dorian*
Dorian: "That's what I fucking thought."
"What? No, not the Cheese Whiz. No, tell it to the other packaging."
"Huh? I don't think I did it! Did I?"
"Ghetto bandages...on the...face...marsupials."