The Dangers of Egg Coloring: Part 2

Rex: Sir, I have another question about our coloring.
Artist: Not another one, please!
Rex: I think it's important.
Artist: Listen, I've given this a lot of thought. There's no need for you to worry about anything. I've selected pastel colors for our coloring. Don't worry about covering up the brown: it'll make a nice contrast with that pink. Take it slowly. Remember to build up your color slowly, and shift colors when you get tired of working with one. Above all, have fun. After all, that's the reason for pursuing any art project. Just free up your mind, and enjoy yourself.
Rex: Great advice. I still have a question, though.
Artist: Okay, fine. Shoot. I mean, go ahead and ask your question.
Rex: I was just wondering. Of all the mediums we have at our disposal, are Prismacolor pencils really the most appropriate choice for coloring these fragile, thin shelled eggs?
Artist: What? You think we should use watercolor pencils instead?

The Dangers of Egg Coloring: Part 1

Artist: So, are you ready to color those eggs?
Rex: I suppose so. I have one question, though.
Artist: Shoot.
Rex: You want me to shoot you?
Artist: No, that's just a Human ex--
Rex: Because I can fire on you if you wish. I can Exterminate you if you desire.
Artist: Uh, perhaps you should just ask your question.
Rex: I was just wondering why one of my eggs was brown.
Artist: You're not as used to coloring as me. I thought I'd give you a head start.
Rex: And you naturally thought I'd want to base an Easter egg in brown?
Artist: For Davros' sake! I was just trying to help. Just shoot me, will you!
Rex: All right, if you insist...

A Cool Palm Sunday

Denim: Uh, sir, I'm not sure this is how you're supposed to commemorate today.
Pocket: You celebrate Palm Sunday your way, Cadet. I'll celebrate it my way. 
Hulk: How can Denim celebrate his way if he serve you all day?
Pocket: Less lip, more waiving, Hulk. I want to feel those cool breezes!

Never Too Late

Pocket: You should have ordered these earlier, Cadet.
Denim: Sorry, sir. I thought for sure they'd arrive in time. 
Pocket: If you'd paid for Priority Express, we could have worn them for St Patrick's Day!
Denim: Yeah, sorry about that, Mr Hulk. We intended to celebrate the holiday properly!
Hulk: Hulk not offended. It never too late to look smashing!

Driving Miss Nessie

Denim: Uh, Mr Hulk, where are you taking Nessie?
Hulk: St Patrick drive snakes out of Ireland. St Hulk drive Loch Ness Monster out of Scotland.
Pocket: But we live in San Diego, not Scotland.
Hulk: It not nice to correct a saint, puny Dalek!

A Smashing St Patrick's Day

Hulk: Come out so I can smash you!
Pocket: Go away, we're wearing green!
Hulk: Hiding behind cilantro not count as wearing green, so Hulk can Smash you!!
Denim: Uh, Mr Hulk, I thought the penalty for not wearing green was a pinch?
Hulk: Hulk celebrate holiday his way. You not wear green, Hulk SMASH!!!

Wonky Individualism

Denim: Hey, how come I get the wonky biscuit?
Pocket: RHIP, Cadet. Rank Hath Its Privileges.
Denim: Oh, all right. Please pass the butter, sir.
Pocket: In good time, Cadet. In good time.
Denim: Fine. In the meantime, allow me to ruminate on the virtues of individuality. A wonky biscuit, while imperfectly formed, perfectly expresses the intense inner yearnings of the isolated, unloved--
Pocket: Take the butter, Cadet. That's an order!
Denim: Yes, sir.

A Painful Existence

Denim: I can't wait for these to cool. How long must we wait before we can devour them?
Pocket: You will not devour them! After all that work, we will savor each and every biscuit!
Denim: Oh, why is life so filled with pain?

Hot Bottoms

Denim: Well, I suppose they rose a little.
Pocket: Trust me, size isn't everything. There's also texture to consider.
Denim: Right now, it's not texture, but temperature, that concerns me.
Pocket: You're right, Cadet. Hot baking sheets do not form the ideal platform for pontificating. Let's move these onto the cooling rack before we burn our Dalekanium-Yarn bottoms.
Denim: You'll get no argument from me on that issue, sir.

New Improved Yorkshire Puddings

Denim: Sir, I know what we can do with the remaining scraps of dough!
Pocket: But the English don't make Yorkshire Pudding with Bisquick!
Denim: Maybe if they did, more people would eat Yorkshire Puddings!
Pocket: All right, Cadet, go ahead. I'll break out the roast beef.

Quantity Versus Quality

Denim: I still wish you'd let me cut the dough into one or two big biscuits.
Pocket: Have faith! These biscuits will rise. Then you'll be glad you have a lot.
Denim: Perhaps, sir. But I can't help thinking how awesome one or two monster biscuits would be.
Pocket: That's understandable. Everyone loves a monster.

Hop Along Denim

Denim: Bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi...
Pocket: Uh, Cadet?
Denim: Scuh-scuh-scuh-scuh-scuh-scuh-scuh-scuh-scuh...
Pocket: What are you...
Denim: Kits-kits-kits-kits-kits-kits-kits-kits-kits-kits...
Pocket: Doing?
Denim: I realized why the Indians always attacked the cowboys in the Old West. 
Pocket: They smelled the aroma of baking biscuits?
Denim: Exactly.
Pocket: Too bad the early settlers didn't realize that. It could have saved lots of needless violence.
Denim: But we're Daleks. We love needless violence!
Pocket: Then I suggest you resume your hopping, or--
Denim: Bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi...
Pocket: Oh boy. Here we go again.

On A Roll

Denim: Shall I start, sir?
Pocket: After you, Cadet.

Denim: "Rollin', rollin', rollin', keep the dough a-rollin..."
Pocket: "Keep that dough a-rollin', Bis-cuits!"
Denim: "Cut 'em out!"
Pocket: "Watch 'em rise!"
Denim: "Watch 'em rise!"
Pocket: "Cut 'em out!"
Denim: "Keep that dough a-rollin'..."
Pocket: "Bis-cuits!"

Attention To Detail

Denim: I'm ready to cut out the first biscuit.
Pocket: No, wait! Halt! First we need to roll out the dough.
Denim: You mean after all that mixing and kneading, we've still got more work to do?
Pocket: What's your rush, Cadet?
Denim: Oh, I was thinking about making those snow angels you talked about.
Pocket: Keep focused! Making heavenly biscuits demands your complete attention!
Denim: Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

Patterns in the Snow

Denim: Are you sure we need to spread flour all over the cloth, boss?
Pocket: Unless you want the dough to stick all over you.
Denim: So either the dough sticks to our casings, or we get covered in flour?
Pocket: Look on it as a challenge. Just like creating beautiful patterns in the snow.
Denim: You mean like flour angels, sir?
Pocket: Why not, Cadet? We intend on making heavenly biscuits, don't we?

Competing With The Cybermen

Denim: This is hard work.
Pocket: The thicker the batter gets, the tougher it is to mix. 
Denim: Are you sure all this hard work is worth it?
Pocket: The Cybermen brought home candy. What better way to reassert our mastery of this domain than to make biscuits?
Denim: But sir, these aren't Bourbon Creams, Chocolate Digestives, or Jammie Dodgers. These are just plain biscuits made from Bisquick.
Pocket: Don't let logic sway you from a perfectly good strategy, Cadet.
Denim: Yes sir.

Taffy Heaven

Lee: Mr Bean doesn't seem worried whether he eats Boysenberry or Cookie Dough.
Stan: Why should he? Whichever piece he chooses, he's in Taffy Heaven.

A Great Feeling

Lee: I feel a tremendous rush from our amazing accomplishment.
Stan: I feel the tremendous warmth that comes from making a new friend.
Lee: Maybe we're feeling both?
Stan: It's possible. Feelings this good can come from more than one source.
Lee: Still, there should be a name for such elation.
Stan: One word comes to mind.
Lee: Smashing?
Stan: Exactly!

Capturing Our Heroes

Stan: A little more to the left. 
Lee: Okay. There?
Stan: No, you overcompensated. A little to the right. 
Lee: Argh! Fine! There!
Stan: No, that's too much again. 
Lee: Enough! Can't I just drop the claw now? 
Stan: Not if you want to capture the Incredible Hulk.
Lee: If I don't drop the claw soon, the game will BE OVER!!!
Stan: Please, don't get angry! Nobody wants to see you get angry!

Surrounded By Heroes

Lee: Look, we're surrounded by superheroes!
Stan: Yes, but we're Cybermen! We're the most powerful, and the bravest people in any crowd!

Fighting Flavors

Lee: Is it just me, or is Boysenberry the best flavor ever?
Stan: Personally, I'm partial to Cookie Dough.
Lee: Boysenberry is all natural.
Stan: Cookie Dough is completely artificial, just like us.
Lee: Boysenberry is purple, which historically only kings and royalty were allowed to wear.
Stan: Cookie Dough contains butter, eggs, flour, and best of all, chocolate!
Lee: I raise my arm high because Boysenberry shoots me into the utmost ecstasy!
Stan: I extend my arms wide to show how Cookie Dough fills me with joy and satisfaction!
Lee: It's a shame we can't buy any candy.
Stan: No problem there. We'll just promise not to convert the counter staff into Cybermen, and they'll give us all the taffy we want.
Lee: It's good to be a Cyberman.
Stan: No argument there.

Fighting Friends

Lee: Hey, that's not nice. Why did you block me?
Stan: I'm just protecting my piece. Nothing personal.
Lee: But I thought we were friends?
Stan: We are. That's why I'm working so hard to defeat you.
Lee: That makes no sense. You should let me win!
Stan: Games retrain your brain, and keep you operating at peak efficiency, but only if you struggle to combat your opponent.
Lee: So you're saying you have my best interests at heart in your effort to destroy me?
Stan: Absolutely!