“ you’re kiwing me, smalls. honestly, you have such high expectations for me and my pun game, it’s a total dill breaker. also, i’m totally cornfused as to why you’d be alright with marrying me off to someone who’s severely into animals and creepily watching people with superior pun games at the grocery store. we both know those aren’t my fetishes, so stan and i would never work out. besides, if he’s not over sean penne, then he probably won’t want to get married to me, not matter how much i remind him of dead dogs, so it’s a total waste of thyme. — yikes, i’m out of breath. that was too much forceful addition of puns into sentences, my brain feels like a puddle. on a more serious note though, as much as i agree with the fact that scrappy tried to steal scoob’s thunder, but there’s also episodes where he rescued his uncle, so i don’t think the hate’s justified. as for my old man kink, you’re just jealous that all of the old men i like always like me back and that the old men you’re into also like me. ”
“ i just think a man of stan’s value deserve’s his sean penn, not that you remind me anything of sean penn but you have the value for me to be able to feel comfortable sharing with that elderly man. give him a little pep in his step you know? i’m sure you wouldn’t have to accompany him to some weird furry convention where mtv comes along to film a true life ‘ im an old man with a furry kink. ‘ episode. you know just prickle his pear or tickle his pickle sometime. - actually please don’t do that i would hate myself knowing i even insisted you slept with a man who qualifies for a senior discount unless it’s in the very distant future. you could pull a scrappy doo and rescue stan from his life of furries and bunny kinks. i’ll drop stan for now. not jealous, i mean i’m not sitting in my room writing songs about you so you know that i can’t hang with some blue hairs. “
