Thomas: "Well, if YOU'RE all big mojo with th' COMMUTANT, why are you TELLIN' me all this?"
Mr. Mindfucky: "I.. uh, don't know"
Mr. Mindfucky: "Perhaps you will be less INQUIZATIVE if you are PESTERED by LOCUSTS!"
Thomas: "Wow. Is that th' BEST you can do?"
Mr. Mindfucky: "Oh my... what is happenin'?"
Thomas: "Y'kno whut? I kissed you... Maybe YOU are MINE?"
Mr. Mindfucky: "...oh dearie me..."
Mr. Mindfucky: "fiddlestix."
Mr. Mindfucky: "Please don't hurt me"
Thomas: "Your COMMUTANT has got my friend, my lover, & a few dozen or hundred more folks in HIS THRALL, & you might be my ONLY LEVERAGE..."
Thomas: "Give me one reason why shouldn't I slap you around until you tell me how to FREE all of us?"
Mr. Mindfucky: "...I'm jus a little kid..."
Thomas: "The FUCK you are!"
Mr. Mindfucky: "how would YOU know what all our parts are, & are not?"
Thomas: "What's WRONG with you, that you fight so DIRTY?"
Mr. Mindfucky: "One plays the hand one is dealed."