Justin:Griffin’s just sitting at the end… juggling–fushigi-ing two glass balls in super tight pants, just waiting for his kid delivery.
Griffin: [dismissively] Well, they’d–
Justin:Once he, bests his minions.
Griffin:–they would be Pokeballs, and also it’s not a kid delivery, this’n–there’s no fuckin’ guarentee that a kid that comes [intense] INTO THE BEGINNING of my crucible… makes it to the END of it undefeated. [beat, stammering] In fact, I–I’d say–I’m gonna pack–I’m gonna stack this gym! With fuckin’ PROS. I-It’s gonna–It’s going to be… It’s–It’s gonna be brutal. It’s going to be a torture chamber.
Travis:What–well, what’s the theme? What’s the theme, are you like–is it a Bug theme, is it–
Griffin: [thickest, most annoyed sarcasm imaginable] YEAH TRAVIS, UH, UH, UH, UUUHYEAH TRAV! I’M GONNA OPEN UP A ~Bug-type~ Pokemon gym! You idiot! Yeah, that’s what I want, because I want to give out–I wanna–I wanna shit out badges for every… ham and egger that comes to my front door!
Justin: [laughing]
Griffin: Yeah, that’s right Travis! [doofus voice] “Go, Caterpie!” [normally] That’s me, you fucking imbecile. [bad Justin Roiland impression] “Yeuh go… do your best, Kakuna!” [normally, smile in voice] What are you fucking talki–?! Yeah, Bug-type gym.
Justin: …maybe Fire? Fire-type, could you do Fire-type?
Travis:Fire-based? Make it a–
Griffin: Yeah, yeah, I’ll probably just… that’s a good idea Justin, I’ll probably just do a Fire-type one, so that [angry screaming] ONE KID WITH ONE BLASTOISE CAN FUCK UP MY WHOLE SHOP.
Justin: [laughing quietly]
Griffin:Killed all of us with one Blastoise, huh? Wow, shit, I shoulda…
Justin: Yeah, I don’t–
Travis: Just do Rock, then! Just do Rock-type!
Griffin: [voice dripping with malice] …the same Blastoise,
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