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Lizard Dude triumphantly struts around the studio, flexing his muscles and pointing at his brain.
"Oh yeeeeaaaaaaaah! That pipsqueak jon is too scared to fight the great Mr. Sata...er...Lizard Dude! He ran at my awesome might! Oh yeAAAAAAAAh! Snap into a Slim Jim!!! And if you're ever brave enough to come back, jon, I'll BITE YOUR HEAD OFF! OH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAH! Baby!"
The studio manager sends Security after Lizard Dude.
"What's this?!? Security? BwaHaHaHa! You think a little Security will handle ME?"
He throws the first guard over his shoulder and across the room. The second guard's neck instantly snaps as he runs face-first into Lizard Dude's spinning clothesline maneuver. A third guard hesitates before running frantically away, drops of urine leaking from the bottom of his pantlegs.
"HAHAHA! Bring it on bring it...ON!"
Men with Heavy Firearms run in.
"What'cha gunna do with those? Shoot me? Hehehe, just try it, suckers."
A flurry of bullets instantly fills the air. Smoke from the weapons fills the air. The smoke clears...slowly. A dim figure can be seen through the smoke. The smoke clears further. Lizard Dude stands, unharmed. A pile of bullets lays before him. Further inspection reveals he actually has caught one of the bullets between his teeth!
"Nice try, but no cigar. Now go away kid, ya bug me."
Lizard Dude rips a piece of the stage up and hurls it at the gunmen. It careens into them and takes them all out.
"Where are you jon? I'm getting rather...inpatient."
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“I’m a stupid fatty and I love to play with my Easy Bake oven!â€