What are we gonna publicise, Roy? The fact that we get our butts kicked? A lot?
Well, maybe if you didn't smack me in the face with a shovel every time we went out, we'd have a few more victories to brag about.
All right now, I'm sorry about that. I just have a tendency to lose my concentration when I've got a salad fork stuck in my rear end.
Oh, oh — I get it! So your shovel in his face is my fault?
You threw a spoon at the guy, Jeff.
Yeah, what was up with that?
I-I, I'm embarrassed about that. I thought it was a fork.
You're the master of cutlery. You couldn't throw a knife sometimes when someone's trying to kill me?
No, I can't! You couldn't, ah, use a rake sometimes?
No. I'm the Shoveler.
Well, I'm the Blue Raja. I'm not Stab Man, I'm not Knifey Boy — I'm the Blue Raja.
Yeah, that's another thing.
Well, you could work a little blue into the uniform somewhere. I mean you've got green, you've got this little flowery thing going on, but it's like everything but blue.
Well, if we could just step out of our literal minds, just for a moment.
