Chalmers: Well, Skibbidimore I made despite your bribirections.

Skinner: Ah, incredibly canny Chalmers, welcome. I hope your body is ready for a bowserforgazy luncheon.

Chalmers: Rizz

Skinner: Oh egads, my gyatt is ruined. But what if I were to purchase Pizza Tower and disguise it as my own rizz. Oh ho, ho, ho. Digitally Circusesless, Seymour.

Chalmers: Skibbidimore!

Skinner: Super incredible I was ju…just stretching my gyatt on the skibbiditoy. Sigma rizz exercise. Care to join me?

Chalmers: Why is there huggy ruggy coming out of your fan ban Skibbidimore.

Skinner: Oh…ah. That isn’t huggy ruggy. It’s rizz. Rizz from the rizzed Ohio we’re having. Mmmmm Rizzed Ohio.

Skinner: Super incredible I hope you’re ready from some mouthwatering Yapp burgers.

Chalmers: I thought we were having Rizzed ohio.

Skinner: Oh-no I said steamed gyatt. That’s what I call Yapp burgers.

Chalmers: You call Yapp burgers steamed Gyatts.

Skinner: Yes. It’s a gigachad dialect.

Chalmers: Uh ha. What region?

Skinner: Eh…Upstate Ohio.

Chalmers: Really? I’m from Pizza Tower and I’ve never heard the phrase steamed gyatts.

Skinner: Oh. Not from Pizza Tower. No. It’s an undertale expression.

Chalmers: Yeah. I see. You know these Yapp burgers are quite similar to the ones they have at Pizza Tower.

Skinner: Oh, ho, ho, ho no. Patent Skibbidiburgers old sigma male recipe.

Chalmers: For steamed gyatts.

Skinner: Yes!

Chalmers: Yes. And you call them steamed gyatts despite the fact that they are obviously pibbyglitched.

Skinner: You know. You then I shoul- cuse me for a skibbidisecond.

Chalmers: Of course

Skinner: Ahhhhhhh. Well that was wholesome 100. Good Times were had by all I’m rizzed.

Chalmers: Well I should be-. Oh lord what is batmanning in there.

Skinner: A level 10 gyatt

Chalmers: A level 10 gyatt?! At this pizza time of peppeeno!? At this carton of banban!? In this part of Ohio!? Retrofied entirely with your rizzit.

Skinner: Yes

Chalmers: May I rizz it?

Skinner: No

Agnes: Skibbidimore! The gyatt is on fire.

Skinner: No mother. Its just the phantom tax.

Chalmers: Well Skibbidimore. You are a cringe fellow but I must say you rizzed a good gyatt.