Hey! All you pathetic jokers! Pull my… finger.
Who’s got the squirty flowers? And the pepper gum?
What, and you weren’t going to order 40 pizzas and send them to Eve? No putting Saran Wrap over Coldfire’s toilet? No unscrewing the cap on Satan’s salt so it all pours out when he tries to put it on his food?
Amateur.
Shhh . . . Drain, don’t wake up Ike, I just sneaked under his desk and tied his shoelaces together (by the way, I ATE those 40 pizzas, and darn good they were, too!).
Yikes, Eve! Be careful under there! He was taking a catnap, and I just put his hand in a bowlful of warm water!
All right, who put my bra in the freezer?
I put it in the freezer sou you wouldn’t notice the itching powder so quickly.
Saran warp? Hah! Surely, it will take more to stop my power turds 
Oh, UncleBeer? I hope you like plastic spoons.
… what about tasting their thumbs?
“the Bat-Winged Hamburger Snatcher”
God dammit, there just had to be another O’Neill fancier out there, didn’t there? Sass, General Injuns sends his best regards, and a carton of fresh Smog.
Hey, howcum my PANTS are wet? And why…
{CRASH}
All this time the guys thought you were just happy to see them.