Brock Samson : You did this! You did this, didn't you? RRRAH!
Baron Ünderbheit : As usual, your detective skills are impeccable, Samson. You have succeeded in exposing my sinister plan to lock myself in a dungeon, chained to an albino.
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Baron Ünderbheit : Catclops! What have you to report?
Catclops : Tourism has skyrocketed at the Well of Bitter Sorrows and the Ünderbheit Birth Crevasse since you enacted the mandatory attendance edict.
Baron Ünderbheit : Told you. Girl Hitler?
Girl Hitler : Benzene chewables have doubled production in ze child slave mines. Dilly-dallying saw a brief spike, but ve stabilized it by removing ze feet of the alpha males, UND DE POPULAR GIRLS!
Baron Ünderbheit : Good! Good!
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[Baron Ünderbheit offers a "parting gift" to his traitorous minions] 
Catclops : Tiger balm. I don't get it.
Girl Hitler : Oh, maybe he's saying he's sore at us, and so he's giving us balm to soothe.
Catclops : That's retarded. Sir, what exactl...?
[Baron Ünderbheit is nowhere to be seen. ] 
Catclops : Where'd he go? I knew it, I knew it! He's gonna kill us, isn't he?
[Tigers emerge from the walls and attack the minions] 
Catclops : Aw, crap!
Manservant : [outside in the hall]  Shall I have the maintenance crew clean the room, my master?
Baron Ünderbheit : No, not yet, Manservant.
[the Baron presses a remote control, activating a device strapped to the tigers] 
Girl Hitler : Ohhhh. Tiger *bomb!*
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