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dean Winchester: You two picked one hell of a night to play hero.
Clawdeen Wolf (Classic): Says the leather-jacketed dumbass waving a shotgun indoors.
Lagoona Blue: Can we save the insults until after we stop the creepy fish ghost?
dean Winchester: Salt circle. Flare. Boom. We bag the bastard.
Clawdeen Wolf (Classic): That plan has all the finesse of a brick, cowboy.
Lagoona Blue: Both of you shut the hell up. It’s mimicking us.
Clawdeen Wolf (Classic): Your trap is just you standing there, dumbass.
dean Winchester: And yours is perfume, claws, and attitude, furball.
Lagoona Blue: Oi, you absolute idiots. Look at the pie.
dean Winchester: Son of a bitch!
Clawdeen Wolf (Classic): It stole your pie, you dramatic jackass!
Lagoona Blue: Stop yelling and light the flare!
Clawdeen Wolf (Classic): Hey, sewer freak! Your tentacles look cheap!
Lagoona Blue: Dean, now!
dean Winchester: Eat flare, you slimy bastard!
dean Winchester: That thing is copying me.
Clawdeen Wolf (Classic): Yeah. The monster learned your vocabulary, meathead.
Lagoona Blue: Mate, even the tank thinks you’re a pain in the ass.
dean Winchester: Nobody touch the damn pie.
dean Winchester: Huh?
Clawdeen Wolf (Classic): I think she likes you.
Lagoona Blue: I think she likes you.
Eevee: Eevee!
