"...Mr. Madison, what you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul."
— The Principal, Billy Madison
Gabe: I've got an awesome idea for a new comic! What if a terrorist was in a delivery room waiting for a pregnant woman to give birth so he could kill it! See, it's a comic about spawn camping.
Tycho: No, we can't do that. No-one can even know that you said it, or that I heard it. It will be our secret, forever.
"And just in case you didn't get enough of that balls-pounding action, the game opens up an entire league of Blitzball! Oh...oh, wow. No. God no. Just...no. Look, is that meant to be a reward? Do I want to play more Blitzball — Do I want to be waterboarded? Are you mad?!"