Gotta love me some guns!

"Answer’s no, fragwit. Th’ Main Man don’t do terrible accidents, Clyde. Only intentional disasters an’ big butt-kickin’ beatdowns.”

"BUT I BET LOBO IS INVOLVED IN SOME CRAZY, KERAAAAAZY NIGHTS"

“I’m like, a top scientist with like 6 doctorates but HAHA! CAN’T GET MYSELF A JOB! SO…help me out?”

"You know how to make tacos?"

"Normally, I’d just hang up after a wrong number, but I gotta ask— what kinda asshole puts chocolate on a seafood pizza? That’s disgusting."

"Okay, first of all - Mario, I am not appreciating the sass you're giving me right now. It's like a really big no-no! Secondly, how dare you insult my Candy Costal Pizza! I know where you work, buddy!"

"Ayyyyyyyyyy now you’s talkin’." 

"Chikkity-check out my swagger, and what not."

I’ve first seen this comic book a few years ago and ever since I wondered how they even came up with this. No, seriously.

"Lay it on me though if you’re think you’re up to the challenge. This could be a purrfect disaster, but when I’m done with you you’ll give a whole new meaning to ‘Something the cat dragged in.’ And I’ll be that cat."

"Oh please! With my punnitude I'll leave you so broken you'll be better off as a scratching post. 'Course, not that I could blame you for trying to be the top dog, but let's face it -that's impossible! You couldn't even be a rat king! So how about you let this cat out the bag and go back to dancing on a hot tin roof?"

"…Kainé." She heard ‘name’ somewhere in there, and if he got what he wanted, maybe he’d leave afterwards. "Things in common? I guess so. I’ve never been able to eat nice shit like that." Home grown was all that they had left, but they were all too often destroyed. 

"Kaine, you are such a sour crouton and that's just adorable. Come on, I'll take you out for ice cream and we can forget all about the voices in our heads. It'll be fun, what do you say?!"