Thomas: "HOLY ST. FUCKO!"

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Mr. Mindfucky: "YOU ARE MINE."

Thomas: "...displeasing."

Thomas: "So, what APEX of TERROR am I now embroil'd in?"

Thomas: "N' make it SNAPPY. I grow weary with KICKIN' yer PSYCHIC b'tox!"

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Mr. Mindfucky: "please don't yell at me"

Thomas: "What th' fucko? A monsta doll wit' THIN SKIN?"

Mr. Mindfucky: "..I am not a doll. I am the commutant's.. uh, the word does not translate well. Perhaps 'mind thumb', or 'young being', or 'can't say'"

Thomas: "Well, whoopdy-shit for you. In case you didn't notice, the Commutant stung himself to death grabbin' ya."

Mr. Mindfucky: "Incorrect... that was just a halucinatory world, that teh commutant decided to put some image of himself in."

Thomas: "whuuut?!"