Trunks: I've got you cornered, Black!

Black: *scoffs* Foolish mortal.

Trunks: *holds up a needle*

Black: *looks scared* You wouldn't?

Trunks: I would, and I have permission from Doctor Snuffle.

Black: F****.

Snuffle: Hey! Watch your language! There are children present!

Black: What children?

Snuffle: Mine. And yours.

Black: Umm, you didn't hear that, kids.

Snuffle/Black's kids: Yeah we did! *Starts repeating the word*

Snuffle: Great. Look at what you started, Black.

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