The Old Fog

Jack Holænder: Avast ye! What an odd tan for a sea god . . .


Albert Hovercraft: Her Fiance had disappeared, and the duck-men were closing in with the old fog.



Horse: Young witches brew old fog.

Quimstoke School of Wiz

Jack Holænder: The two brothers were soon expelled from Quimstoke as a result of their multible sadistic magical shinanigans.
Good riddance.

Albert Hovercraft: The rivalry between the two schools soon ended.


Horse: The three of us actually met at our first year at Quimstoke.

Yo mama!

Albert Hovercraft: ... well.


Horse: This will never happen again....


Jack Holænder: My Mama. She could crush you all, but she would rather bake cakes.

Meat-Stacks McDonnovan

Jack Holænder: An elementary How To.



Horse: There can be only ONE


Albert Hovercraft: I go there every lunch break.

Jesus in TRON

Jack Holænder: ''Jesus is literally abducted into the world of a computer and forced to participate in gladiatorial games where his only chance of escape is with the help of a heroic security program and a moustachio'd plummer.''


Albert Hovercraft: What can I say? Been there done that.


Horse: Let he who is without sin throw the first disc

Chibi Silver Wings' Pokémon Meme

Mighty Horse: Pokémons past no. 150 are dead to me, b'cause the Chief keeps it old zcool!

BIG VERSION

Jack Holænder: Jam it up?/on?/off?

Albert Hovercraft: Cryo-sleep always makes me dizzy.

Leotard Survival Guide

Albert Hovercraft: It might not seem like it. But leotards are all about survival of the fittest.


Mighty Horse: This is for all the single ladies, OH OH OH!


Jack Holænder: Sha-Buh!