Bruno Shell: Need... more... protein... in... veins...
Titae'Nium: Careful, big guy. Don't want to pop like a juice box.
Bruno Shell: Kid, those are my warmup numbers... on a bad day!
Titae'Nium: Funny. Your warmup face looked like childbirth.
Titae'Nium: Best part? Not even using toon-force. Pure muscle.
Bruno Shell: This is impossible... my gains... my identity...
Bruno Shell: I bench-pressed a photocopier once... IT LOOKED AT ME WRONG!
Titae'Nium: Tell you what - beat me at thumb wars, and I'll pretend you out-lifted me.
Titae'Nium: Short emperor reigns supreme! All hail the tiny king!
Bruno Shell: My gym membership... it's... it's a month-to-month...
Titae'Nium: I ain't no kids toy or pony! I'm the strongest Meta-boi! Don't feel bad bíg guy. You can get to this level too, one dày.
Bruno Shell: The vending machine... was right... I am small...