"You're an ink-brained moron!" "Oh bite me!" "Take a dip in a deep fat fryer and I might." "Funny." "Why didn't you backfill as we planned?" "Plans change!" "Get to the front, establish a beachhead, get splatted, backfill. It's that simple." "This time different alright." "My Squid Girl underoos can spread ink better than you... and get thoes pervy thoughts outta your head." "Hey you went there."