Arquillian:
To the continued reign of the Arquillian Empire.
Gentle Rosenburg the Arquillian Jeweler:
To the safety of the Galaxy.
[both drinking a cup of soda, but Edgar appears with serving two Pirogi flavings when a bug was ontop of it]
Gentle Rosenburg the Arquillian Jeweler:
[looks up at him]
You can kill us both, but you will not find the Galaxy.
Edgar:
Oh. You're right about one thing.
[he pokes on Gentle Rosenburg's neck and pokes at the Arquillian's neck, then steals a thing, throws on a table a cat jumps in then hisses then scares him then walks away]
Dishwasher:
You're not going anywhere, pal.
[pushes him and fells off]
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