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Space Ghost: Sorry I'm late, have I missed anything?
Zorak: Uh, no.
Jack Black: Nah!
Kyle Gass: Heh!
Space Ghost: Well what are you doing with that goat?
Zorak: Heh, I don't know? Milkin' it?
Space Ghost: Moltar?
Moltar: Looks like he's milkin' it.
Jack Black: That was, uh, a lie.
Space Ghost: How many times have I told you not to hang that giant beast head from the light grid? Take it home. Put it in your own house. It smells horrible.
Zorak: Okay. I promise.
(beat)
Space Ghost: No you don't!
Zorak: Look, Satan is supposed to come pick it up.
Moltar: Shyeah, man, we're doin' it for Satan.
Space Ghost: Satan. Did I meet him? At, at the open house?
Moltar: Yeah, he was the guy, that was tryin' to get you to- kill that girl.
Zorak: Yeah, you know, with the necktie. And, uh, crown made of femurs.
Space Ghost: Uh, I don't remember him.
Zorak: Maybe you didn't see him. Your eyes were all rolled back in your head.
Moltar: Yeah, man, and you kept sayin' "Satan, daddy, satan!"
Space Ghost: Femurs?
Moltar: Uh, Space Ghost, come in here, let me show you.