Evil Tango Music From Hell
Note: I have nothing against Michael Jackson. He is just a little pawn in my attempt to take over the world. Uh, I mean, write a good story.
Do I look dangerous to you? I mean, to the human species the green scales and sharp teeth may be a turn-off but hoe is that supposed to make me feel? I mean, I invite the princesses over for tea and some nice girly chat and all those stupid men think I'm some big threat. Strange.
You just don't understand. You breathe fire and kidnap royalty. People think that's a bad thing.
Who talking to you, you little knight man? 'Cause it certainly ain't me. You know, I didn't really appreciate you trying to kill me back there. That was soo rude.
The king told me to.
And if the king told you to jump off a bridge, would you?
Probably.
I'm not talking about the one at the mini-golf dufus. I mean, seriously, is there really anything wrong with me? You don't think I'm ugly do you?
Well, let me put it this way, compared to Michael Jackson, you are a vision of beauty.
Ha, ha. How funny.
I thought so.
Sarcasm is a forgen language to you isn't it?
Sarcasm?
Never mind. Hey, you know who you remind me of? That guy I fried last week. Charles something-or-other. You look like you could be brothers.
Actually, we were brothers. At least until you shamelessly killed him.
Hey! Trust me, I regretted it. He tasted horrible.
How dare you! It's been nice chatting with you and all but now you're gonna have to die. Family honor and everything.
Our-our love means nothing to you?
What love? You have me tied up to a tree for Christ's sake!
You're cheating on me aren't you? You don't care!
Hey, don't cry! You're rusting my amour!
Pig.
Giant.
Bum-bum head.
Boo-boo
Evil knight.
Monster.
How dare you insult me like that! It's time to suffer.
Hey! Ha! That's not fair! Stop-Ha!-tickling me!
Bite me.
Okay.
Ouch! Stop that!
Only if you tango with me!
Fine! Fine! Just stop biting me! It hurts!
