Spiderman:  So, did you hear?  Kyle got his camera.  Fucking finally!

Luke:  Hells yeah!  It's been long enough!

Spiderman:  Now we can finally start the site!

Spiderman:  Which means you'll be getting a ton of poontang.

Luke:  You don't have to tell me.  Every webmaster I know is totally up to his ears in pussy.  The internet is like a magnet for box.

Luke:  Hooray for snatch!

Spiderman:  Hooray for cameras!  And hooray for minimalism in set design!

Spiderman:  I say we get drunk, or shall I say, crunked, as fast as possible.

Luke:  Sounds good.  By the way, you're pretty big.

Spiderman:  Oh?

Luke:  Well, kinda.

Spiderman:  So, what's up?  Why aren't we drinking yet?

Luke:  Kyle probably forgot to take a picture of either of us with the bottle near our mouths.

Spiderman:  Jesus.

Spiderman:  Holy shit!  The website is already paying off!  Look at the fat wad of cash I just got in the mail!  People totally send you money when you have a website.

Luke:  Oh yeah, I forgot about that.  Man, I've never seen that much green in one place in my life!

Blurry Mystery Figure:  Did somebody say...

Blurry Mystery Figure:  Green?

Spiderman:  I recognize that voice...it could only belong to one asshole...

Luke:  Holy shit, it's that douchebag Seth Green!

SG:  That's right.  It is I, the master of articulated hilarity. 

Spiderman:  What the fuck are you doing here, Green?

SG:  I've come to make you an offer.

SG:  I want to buy out Olives Boligarky and use your skits for my hit show, Robot Chicken!

Spiderman:  Fuck off.

Luke:  Yeah, Robot Chicken is the worst show since Greg the Bunny.

SG:  Hey, Greg the Bunny was a classic!

Spiderman:  Beat it, dickhole, before we start reading reviews of Without a Paddle to you!

SG:  Fine!  I'll leave for now!  But I swear, you haven't seen the last of Seth Green around Boligarky country!  Not by a long shot...

Spiderman:  God, what a fag. 

Luke:  I have to poop.