Ms. Gradenko
Have a seat, Mr Lithp. You'll be more comfortable.
Mr. Lisp
It's Lisp. [sits down] My army, Ms. Gradenko, is the only comfort I need.
Minion
[puts mutated right hand on Lisp] [high-pitched]
They're on their way now, sir.
Mr. Lisp
[sees Minion's head] [shocked]
Minion? What happened to your head?
Minion
[high-pitched]
Oh, don't worry. I think it's reversible. [he smiles through all four heads]
