Great Mighty Poo: I am the Great Mighty Poo
And I'm going to throw my shit at you!
A huge supply of tish comes from my chocolate starfish
How about some scat you little twat?

Dr. Evil: Awoo awoo oo!

Great Mighy Poo: You really think you'll survive in here?
You don't seem to know what creak you're in!
Sweetcorn is the only thing that makes it through my rear
How do you think I keep this lovely grin? (ting!)

Mizar: Oh oh oh-hhh!

Great Mighty Poo: Now I'm getting rather mad
You're like a niggly tiggly shitty little tag nut!
And when I've knocked you out with all my bab
I'm going to take your head and ram it up my butt!
Conker: Your butt?
GMP: MY BUTT!
Lupus: Wo Woof? (YOUR BUTT?)
GMP: That's right my butt.
Conker: Eew.
GMP: MY BUTT!
Lupus: WOOF! (ERW!)
GMP: MMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY BBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

Conker: BRING OUT THE TOILET ROLL!
(Conker hurls some into GMPs mouth)
GMP: UGH!

I am the Great Mighty Poo
And I'm going to throw my shit at you!
A huge supply of tish comes from my chocolate starfish
How about some scat you little twat?

Conker: No thanks.
(Lupus hurls some toilet roll into GMP)

Great Mighty Poo: How am I supposed to get a date with TOILET ROLL!

You really think you'll survive in here?
You don't seem to know what creak you're in!
Sweetcorn is the only thing that makes it through my rear
How do you think I keep this lovely grin? (ting!)

(Mizar and Dr. Evil leave)

(More roll flies)

UGHHH! WHY ME?

Now I'm getting rather mad
You're like a niggly tiggly shitty little tag nut!
And when I've knocked you out with all my bab
I'm going to take your head and ram it up my butt!
Conker: Your butt?
GMP: MY BUTT!
Lupus: Wo Woof? (YOUR BUTT?)
GMP: That's right my butt.
Conker: Eew.
GMP: MY BUTT!
Lupus: WOOF! (ERW!)
GMP: MMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY BBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

Okay, I surrender - I'll join you!

(everyone else comes out)

Ash: Serves you right for being an accident of a lax - a -tive.
Misty is that how it's pronounced?
Misty: Depends whether you're saying it.
Ash: What?
Ford: Whelkin' idiot.
Arthur: STOP TALKING ABOUT WHELKS!
GMP: MY BBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!
Cartman: Seriously if you don't get in the ****ing tank I am gonna ****ing
castrate each one of you personally.
(Everyone gets in the tank)

Voice: Whelks.
Arthur: FORD! IF YOU DON'T STOP TALKING ABOUT WHELKS THEN I'LL CUT YOU
UP INTO LITTLE PIECES AND STOMP ON THEM UNTIL I CAN THINK OF SOMETHING
WORSE TO DO!
Ash: What's a laxative, ****, ****, ****, whelk and chocolate starfish?
Misty: Look I'll show you the last one...
Ash: Please don't.