I grew up on Krypton, didn't I? Everyone who did knows about Brainiac
. He's what kept us from going out after dark. Superman:
You're... scared? Supergirl:
It was the scariest thing that ever happened on Krypton. Next to the day it died. I'll never forget Brainiac.
: It turns out they
speak trinary code. So I said to them, "I am Reed Richards of the Fantastic Four, and I..." Sue
: Go on... Reed
: Actually, that's as far as I got. It was enough to send them running.
Outside the prison on Ryker's Island, Hurricane Linda rages. Inside? A storm of whispers chills the inmates to the bone. They fear the storm to come. That's how I like it. I am like
the hurricane. There's a calm in my eye
. And I'd like to blow them all
Someone said setup, hands slid towards holstered pistols. Someone said cops and I put the charge aside in case, but it made no sense... Someone said Punisher and the room turned arctic, if only for a second. Gratifying. But way too flattering.
I always used to say, you put Hitler
, and the devil
, and Gadaffi
, and you name it, and The Batman in the room, Batman's still the scariest guy in the room.
— Len Wein, Superheroes: A Never Ending Battle
: Throw those bums away! Bouncers
: But... those are Brous. Brothel patron
: Throw them away or you're fired! Bouncers
: We are fired
A cougar! Cougar:
[The cougar runs like hell
Oh Oswald... you're
scared of a "mob killer"? Really? The Penguin:
It's not a mob killer. It's Lady Shiva
. Mr. Combustible:
Come, girls. Let us find better accommodations for tonight. Girl #1:
What? Where? Mr. Combustible: Anywhere but Gotham.
Great going, Neron, bring in the one guy no one wants to be in the same room with. When super-villains want to scare each other, they tell Joker
"All these months I've lived in a fool's paradise, refusing to believe his claim to be the real
Red Skull, refusing to believe that my greatest enemy had found a way to cheat death...but he has
. The Red Skull lives- God help us all."
"We were frightened of him before we knew who he was, Sun Boy— unfortunately, there's more reason for fear now."
"They speak my name in whispers in the nurseries in thine icy home!"
I had experienced terror before, had woken up next to my murdered family and been chased by zombies. Over the past week I had looked death and worse in the eye, and while I didnt laugh at it I had survived. I had kept my head and gotten myself to safety each time. But against this stallion, such a thing was impossible. Looking at him obliterated all thought, bone deep fear gripped my heart and lungs in a vice and a cold clammy sweat soaked me. Adrenaline burned in my veins, telling me, begging me to run, but my hooves were out of my control as surly as if I had sunken into the stone floor. I wasnt just feeling fear, I was looking at it.
Of course, to be fair, any
ninja less than a kage or living legend who possessed the faintest degree of sense would only fight an opponent like Itachi Uchiha if there was absolutely no other option. There were loads of loonies and psychos in the world of rouge ninja, and all sorts of horror stories about the biggest and baddest bastards of the underworld, but even compared to the most feared and infamous criminals out there, a ninja wiping out their own clan was nothing to sneeze at.
And when that clan was, by itself, a force that could nearly rival the military of a hidden village, with centuries of history and a fearsome bloodline that could be traced back to the earliest days of shinobi history, a clan that most considered to be the elite of the elite, renowned for producing masters and prodigies with such frightening regularity that pretty much anyone bearing their family crest was automatically marked down as a potential serious threat... well, the person who accomplished that would become the boogieman's boogieman.
I love how everyone else is in a different form, but Yuuka's still just Yuuka. BarefeetChaser:
Did the painter thinks YUUKA is human? user 12382:
They were trying to make scarier, more monstrous versions of the characters.
And the only thing more scary than Yuuka ... is Yuuka. FantasySpark:
I'm pretty sure Yuuka is just Yuuka because she has no predetermined youkai form, she's just a youkai. Sal.N:
Yuuka is a flower youkai. Her motif should be flowers. The artist simply chose to depict her as human to emphasize how terrifying she is among them all.
Then a head hung upside down in their view. A head with a tremendous grin on it, and the clincher: grass-green hair.
At that point, Blinky and his boys weren't too concerned with niceties like the head's skin color, or the fact that a red-dyed sheepskin was hanging down from the newcomer's shoulders on either side of the head. The three of them had processed two pertinent facts.
2) Green hair.
They managed to get out a string of frightened obscenities, but the only really relevant thing they said was two words: "The Joker!"
In such cases, you didn't stop to wonder why the Joker would want to horn in on you busting up an ATM and grabbing the money. Maybe it was his territory. Maybe he needed the dough, too. Maybe he just didn't like your looks, or it had been too long since he killed somebody. It really didn't matter.
All that mattered was getting the hell out of there before he did something that left you on a slab with a toe tag and a big grin all over your face.
"Speak not his name, or he will descent on us, to drink our blood, or tear us to bloody fragments, or taunt us for his own vile amusement!"
"Warlocks and demons didnt stand a chance, and monsters? Hah! Monsters begged their mommies to check under their beds for ME!"
Villains used to cry
when they heard Kyle Rayner was in town.
: Run, friend! Run! Mowgli
: Run? Why should I run? Shere Khan
: Why should you run? Could it be possible that you don't know who I am? Mowgli
: I know you, alright. You're Shere Khan. Shere Khan
: Precisely. (bares his claws)
Then you should also know that everyone
runs from Shere Khan.
The air grows still with a sudden chill, no talk, no laughs, no chatter
With trees shaking, the ground quaking, the crowd began to scatter
Out of his lair, came the third bear, with murder in his eyes
He took in the scene of love serene with jealousy and surprise
He was the roughest, toughest, meanest bear
Lumpjaw by name, a villain for fair
Basil: That bat, one Fidget by name, is in the employ of the very fiend who was the target of my experiment! The horror of my every waking moment! The nefarious Professor Ratigan!
Dawson: Eh, Ratigan?
Basil: He's a genius Dawson! A genius twisted for evil. The Napoleon of crime!
Dawson: As bad as all that, eh?
For years, I've tried to capture him. And I've come close — so very close
— but each time, he's narrowly evaded my grasp! Not a corner of London's safe while Ratigan's at large. No evil scheme he wouldn't concoct. No depravity
he wouldn't commit. Who knows that dastardly scheme that villain may be plotting, even as we speak...
"This thing never steals food, never shows itself and... never misses."
There's two things you don't know about the Earth, Kid. One is me. And the other is... Godzilla
Fear. Fear attracts the fearful, the strong, the weak, the innocent, the corrupt... fear. Fear is my ally.
Good morning, gentlemen. The temperature's 110 degrees. Wolfman:
Holy shit, it's Viper
Viper's up here, great. Oh, shit. Maverick:
Great. He's probably saying, "Holy shit, it's Maverick and Goose." Goose:
Yeah, I'm sure
he's sayin' it.
One takes cyanide
, another would let her arm be broken, neither will talk. Who puts that sort of fear into people?
Our battle plan will be that of the Apache Resistance. We will be cruel to the Germans, and through our cruelty, they will know who we are, and they will find the evidence of our cruelty in the disembowled, dismembered, and disfigured bodies of their brothers we leave behind us, and the German won't be able to help himselfs when imagining the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our bootheel, and the edge of our knives, and the German will be sickened by us, and the German will talk about us, and the German will fear us, and when the German closes their eyes at night, and they're tortured by their subconscious for the evil they have done, it will be with thoughts of us that they are tortured with.
Lord Vader, this is an unexpected pleasure. We are honored by your presence... Darth Vader:
You may Dispense with the Pleasantries
, Commander. I'm here to put you back on schedule. Moff Jerjerrod:
I assure you, Lord Vader. My men are working as fast as they can. Darth Vader:
Perhaps I can find new ways to motivate them. Moff Jerjerrod:
I tell you, this station will be operational as planned. Darth Vader: The Emperor
does not share your optimistic appraisal of the situation. Moff Jerjerrod:
But he asks the impossible. I need more men. Darth Vader:
Then perhaps you can tell
him when he arrives. Moff Jerjerrod: ...The Emperor's coming here? Darth Vader:
That is correct, Commander. And he is most displeased with your apparent lack of progress. Moff Jerjerrod:
We shall double our efforts. Darth Vader:
I hope so, Commander, for your sake. The Emperor is not as forgiving as I am.
"I want every gun we have to fire on that man..." Viggo:
It's not what you did, son, that angers me so. It's who you did it to. Iosef:
Who? That fucking nobody? Viggo:
That "fuckin' nobody"... is John Wick
. He once was an associate of ours. They call him "Baba Yaga
The Boogeyman? Viggo:
Well John wasn't exactly the Boogeyman. He was the one you sent to kill
the fucking Boogeyman. Iosef: Oh
John is a man of focus, commitment, sheer will... something you know very little about. I once saw him kill three men in a bar... with a pencil. With a fucking
... pencil. Then suddenly one day he asked to leave. It's over a woman, of course. So I made a deal with him. I gave him an impossible task. A job no one could have pulled off. The bodies he buried that day laid the foundation of what we are now. And then my son, a few days after his wife died, you steal his car, and kill his fucking dog
John will come for you. You will do nothing because you can do nothing
John: I had.
: Then humor me with but one question... (in Italian)
Are you here for the Pope?
: What do you know about fear? Bond
: All there is. Sévérine
: Not like this. Not like him.
James Bond: Tell me where [Blofeld] is.
: He's everywhere! EVERYWHERE!
He's sitting at your desk, he's kissing your lover, he's eating supper with your family!
Lex: One million credits.
Ma-Ma: A million?
Lex: You have a problem with a Judge. You know who he is?
Walker: Is it true Lane gassed a village of two thousand people?
Walker: Is it true he brought down an entire passenger plane just to kill one man?
Walker: Is it true that-
Hey, Walker. Whatever you've heard, if it makes your skin crawl, it's probably true.
"There's something out there waiting for us, and it ain't no man. We're all gonna die." Vicky
: Can you take us to Isaac? Sarah
: No. Vicky
: Why not? Sarah
: He's scary.
"Follow. But! Follow only if ye be men of valor! For the entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel, that no man yet has fought with it... and lived! BONES of full fifty men lie *strewn* about its lair! So! Brave knights! If you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth!" Edgar Friendly
: They thawed this guy out just to kill me? I'm flattered. John Spartan
: Don't be flattered, be frightened. This guy's a certifiable nightmare.
Dr. Raymond Cocteau
: I hadn't counted on this, but I must say, you worked out beautifully. People are terrified of you. Simon Phoenix
: What's new? People have always been terrified of me.
"My God, men. Do you know what this means? Do you know whose brother... ? This ghetto is gonna be turned upside-down, I tell you, upside-down. The streets are gonna run crimson with the blood of the men responsible for his brother's death. Man I'm speaking of is a veritable one-man army. And if you get on his bad side, brother, you're done for. It's only a matter of time before he finds out. And when he does, no matter where he is, get ready, gentlemen, because hell's a-coming. Coming, coming, coming..." "With respect, Sir, you'll need a team that's prepared and ready to fight, because if that thing shows up again... you're going to have a lot of professional tough guys pissing in their pants, Sir." Asgardian Guard
: Heimdall demands your presence! Volstagg
: We're doomed.
What are the Black Riders? Gildor:
Has Gandalf told you nothing? Frodo:
Nothing about such creatures. Gildor:
Then I think it is not for me to say more, lest terror should keep you from your journey.
Shipmasters and their officers, as a separate class of Hij and as required by their trade, were particularly social creatures. Other Hijgenerals, engineers, artisans of every sort, even choosersjealously guarded their methods and thoughts to promote their own value, but shipmasters had to share their knowledge of the sea, the weather, and the meticulously crafted charts they were taught to make. They also shared tales of places they'd been, shores they'd seenand enemies they'd fought. That information spread much more widely than any passed by comparatively insular regency generals, and the one ship that had entered the collective nightmares of Grik shipmasters everywhere, particularly those still commanding the hopelessly outdated "Indiamen," was USS Walker
The Last Mistake
was a place where the underworld of Camorr bubbled to the surface; a flat-out crook's tavern, where Right People of every sort could drink and speak freely of their business, where respectable citizens stood out like serpents in a nursery and were quickly escorted out the door by mean-looking, thick-armed men with very small imaginations.
Here entire gangs would come to drink and arrange jobs and just show themselves off. In their cups, men would argue loudly about the best way to strangle someone from behind, and the best sorts of poisons to use in wine or food. They would openly proclaim the folly of the duke's court, or his taxation schemes, or his diplomatic arrangements with the other cities of the Iron Sea. They would refight entire battles with dice and fragments of chicken bones as their armies, loudly announcing how they would have turned left when Duke Nicovante had gone right, how they would have stood fast when the five thousand blackened iron spears of the Mad Count's Rebellion had come surging down Godsgate Hill toward them.
But not one of them, no matter how far doused in liquor or Gaze of the strange narcotic powders of Jerem—no matter what feats of generalship or statecraft he credited himself with the foresight to bring off—would dare suggest to Capa Vencarlo Barsavi that he should ever change so much as a single button on his waistcoat.
But [Lussk's] most outstanding feature was the self-contained silence that hovered around him like a lethal cloud. To approach him closely was to experience a climate of dull dread; the one or two times Nickter had accidentally bumped into Lussk in the halls of the academy, he'd actually felt the temperature drop along with the oxygen content. Lussk emanated menace; he breathed it out like carbon dioxide.
Alkmene wasted a good two heartbeats looking at Hanno like hed just murdered her puppy. The Calamities, as in those scary Praesi
fuckers up north with a graveyard full of heroes
behind their lair? Shit. Shit
. Words stronger than shit, which were not coming at the moment because oh Gods they were all about to die.
From all reports, progress was good. Jacksons men were estimated to arrive in less than ten hours. Salazars troops had not even seen any fighting yet.
Then a name reached them. Gohvis
. Bearing down on them from the north.
I did not know it but the end my end, the end of glory, of power, of notoriety was already looming. For I had forgotten the prime rule of the Wamphyri
: do not be seen to be too different
. Be strong, but not overpowering
. Be lustful, but not a legendary satyr
. Command respect, but not devotion
. And above all do nothing to cause your peers, or those who have the power to consider themselves your superiors, to become afraid of you. But I had been burned by Greek fire and it had merely infuriated me. And rapacious? For every man I had killed I had taken a woman, as many as thirty in a day and a night. My Szgany looked to me as a sort of god or devil. And finally... finally, of course, the Crusaders proper had come to fear me. More than all matters of 'conscience', more than all the murder and rape and blasphemies they had committed, my deeds had given them bad dreams
All I had was a name. A name that closed doors and emptied bars
. A name that, spoken aloud, invoked sewn-shut lips, pulled-down shades, drink-up-and-get-out looks, hastily remembered appointments and muttered warnings. Just a name.
General Adams clasped his hands behind his back. "This isn't a game. It's better to have you
in here working for us instead of out there making alliances with someone worse."
"Who's worse than me?" she sneered. Because there wasn't anyone. She was the beast that everyone feared.
You all know exactly
who I am. Say my name
Do what? I don'tI don't have a damn clue who the hell you are. Walter:
Yeah, you do. I'm the cook. I'm the man who killed Gus Fring. Declan:
Bullshit. Cartel got Fring. Walter:
You sure? That's right. Now say my name. Declan:
) ...You're Heisenberg
You're goddamn right.
(About Micheal Weston
) You joke. Everyone in Russian Special Forces has heard the name Westen. He's like the Boogeyman: not real. Sam:
I don't know about that. (Mike shows Alexi his license.) Alexi:
It's fake. You can't be. Mike: (In Russian)
Do you have a brother? I shot a man once... who looked like you. In Kiev. In '93 I think. I'm sure you heard about it. The Spetsnaz team... that tried to sell a warhead. Nobody... ever saw them... again. (Oh, Crap! look from Alexi)
That was a good winter for me. (Laughs.)
: I know you're regaining power in here. Wilson Fisk
: Yes, ask my lawyer. He'll deny it. Ask the guards! They'll deny it. Ask the inmates here. They'll cut their tongues out before they talk!
Five million Cybermen
? Easy. One Doctor? Now
There was a goblin, or a trickster, or a warrior. A nameless, terrible thing, soaked in the blood of a billion galaxies. The most feared being in all the cosmos. And nothing could stop it, or hold it, or reason with it. One day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world.
— The Doctor unknowingly describing himself
, Doctor Who
, "The Pandorica Opens"
: Let me tell you about Theo Tonin. The man carries an ear in his pocket. He carries a human ear in his pocket. And when he wants to talk to somebody, he wants to get their attention, he reaches into his pocket, takes out the ear, and he speaks directly into it. Boyd Crowder
: What does he say? Wynn Duffy
: The point is, Mr. Crowder, when he asks me, and he will, where Robert Quarles is, does Theo Tonin sound like the kind of man to whom you'd like to say, "I'm sorry, but he escaped from a disease-ridden whore factory up in inbred holler"?!
I was terrified of him. Everyone was terrified of Doug. I've seen grown men... pull their own heads off rather than see Doug. Even Dimsdale
was frightened of Doug...
"If you're not building a robot that scares the (bleep) out of you, you're not building a good combat robot."
From everything I've ever seen and heard, these are the absolute worst: you can be serving them aperitifs one evening and the very next night, you're strapped to a lab table, being pulled apart by their flesh-shaping
talons and reassembled into something that they happen to like better. Mutated like some Frankestein monster or radiation accident, or fed to the latest creations. They like torture, too
- positively delight in pulling you apart nerve by nerve, just to hear what pitch you scream in. No, that's not right. The worst part is that they don't
delight in it: they just hang back like some doctor or something
, curiously watching the raw mass of manflesh on the table squirm and twitch, like they're running some goddamn experiment
I've heard that some people go to them willingly
. "Make me beautiful," they say. "Make me muscular." "Teach me to do what you do."
Never go to the Fiends. If you ever see one, or even hear there's one around,
run. Try to get away, even if it kills you
If I run into a Nephandus
, I run away.
If I even think that there's one nearby, I clear out and then
I tell my buddies. I am not big on dying, or eternal soul torture
, or emotional games
or becoming someone's pawn in a sick parody of a cosmic joke played out on the entire human race.
I'd shoot the damn bastards in the back if I could trust a gun to work on them.
Even the oldest smugglers and fences cannot remember a time when things were different
. As they learned their illicit trades from the greybeards of the day, they were taught not to cross the Master of Shadows
, and of the grisly fates
that have defied his wishes. Every lowlife thief and petty crook in the east dock has heard of "Bent Harald," how he was found with no hands or heart after he burgled a nobleman's house against the Master of Shadows' orders. Then there is the tale of the Great Temple, his dead face screaming in a pale rictus of utter terror. Everyone knows not to cross the Master of Shadows, for his spies see every misdeed
and his retribution is truly terrible.
Were these underground denizens to know the truth
, their terror would be all the greater.
—Warhammer: Vampire Counts Army Book (7th edition)
Man has learned to fear Malagor
as a devil without equal, and even the merest sign of his presence can send the defenders of a town into the cold embrace of terror, robbing their will to fight.
When Malagor takes to the battleifled, the direst of blasphemies are sue to be enacted on those who dare to face him. It was Malagor who ripped in two the state colours of the army of Averland; who cast down the statue of Sigmar Ascendant
from atop the greatest temple in Altdorf, crushing the congregation; who drenched a hundred maddened Flagellants in oil and set them afire the Church of Grunberg, burning down the building along with half the town; who caused the waters of the Stir to flood and boil as the Knights Griffon forded it near Wurtbad, cooking each within his armour.
Within the year, the crime rate of Nostramo
had fallen away to nothing. Society was transformed, and the ripples were felt all over the planet. Quintus
developed a self-imposed curfew; none strayed out later than early evening. The midnight streets, previously buzzing with activity, were as silent as the grave. Mothers threatened disobedient children with the depraved attentions of the Night Haunter
. Soon, the name became more commonplace, used by the populace as a whole. Rumours of a hideous, dark creature that stalked the alleyways and tunnels, its claws ever-ready to disembowel those who strayed, abounded within the city. The citizens of Quintus lived a half-life of fear
, silent lest their words should be taken as heresy. Nostramo was ripe for the rule of the Night Haunter.
One enduring story is that of the Red Monk, and those that recount the tales do so with dread-filled voices. Encountered only on the days when dozens of foreign stars split the skies, the Red Monk appears on the horizon and moves with a determined stride. He bears no mark or sigil beyond a golden hourglass etched into his vermilion robes
, and as they billow around him all nearby creatures act in opposition to their desires. The Helwyr tell of fearless Scale-Drake herds that flee at the sight of him
, how crazed Helbrutes calm unnaturally in his presence, and of titanic battles between the Monk and enormous Frostwyrms
that take place far from the Frozen Wastes. As the years pass, the tribes add more examples of the Red Monks power to the legend, but each tale ends with the same warning: run
You see a person wearing a distinctive hat pushing through the crowd. It's a witch hunter's
: Caution's nothing without charisma! For if a man plays the fool, then it's only fools he'll persuade. But appear to be the devil, and all men will submit. Edward
: And would you be the devil? Blackbeard
: For an audience, aye. It's all a big show. Give your quarry something to fear, some hellish thing from a fever'd dream, and men will drop to their knees pleading for their Lord before aught else!
When the mugger or the thief stops to think twice: that
is fear. That
is what I am. That is why they hired assassins - because I am the reason criminals breathe easier when the sun rises.
: Wait! You are no Tevinter! Who are you? Warden
: I am [Name
], the Grey Warden. Tevinter Soldier
: Oh no
, I have
heard of you! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! ATTACK!
But there is one they
fear. In their tongue, he is Dovahkiin
When the krogan
name a Thresher Maw
, you know you're in trouble. They don't think anyone
is ever gonna kill it.
"I got the captain drunk enough and he took us right there. They feared me, you know. They fear those who seek the Name." Entire protection rackets have sprung up, claiming to be able to defend against you. They have, of course, failed.
— Dedicated Brawler quality
(when reaching 77 and up), Fallen London
He is here.
— The Dark Lord of Hell
, DOOM (2016)
, when the Doom Slayer arrives in Hell
The only thing they fear... is you. "We must pray now, brothers. Pray that he is watching. For it is HE that they fear. Not man. Or his armies. They fear the mark of the Beast." "Ravenwest... Just our luck. We should aim for third."
''"There are so few rules to our world now. So little truths. But there is one rule we all know and respect down here. Beware the Ink Demon."
[Alex Mercer has just shown up
: Holy shit. Alex Mercer. Radio
: Alex Mer-? Oh, shit!
"It wasn't like anything we'd seen before. I can't explain it... Only that it was a form of fear itself." Michael
: I ever tell you about Trevor? Franklin
: Man, I-I- I think so? Michael
: Well if you only think so
then I wasn't being completely honest. He's- I don't- Hell walking on Earth
. That's what he is. [...] Look, I done a lot of thing I ain't proud of. I never claimed to be an angel. But you meet Trevor, Franklin; you'll swear I am
"There's no name more feared by predators than Chris Hansen. Chris Hansen is to predators what the Antichrist is to everyone else. He signals the
end, fear, terror, confusion, and... a lot of times jailtime!"
"Oh, was that an ultimatum? I love ultimatums! Here's mine! (to his soldiers)
Die to him
, or die to me!
"One night before Minecraft Mondays, [Junky Janker and I] got in a call, and we started reading out the list of teams and he said, "Technoblade? And ShotGunRaids? Those guys are fu- Those guys are fucking monsters! They're awful!" And I was like, I was like, "Dude. Dude, no, they're not, you're- you're exaggerating." To be honest, Techno, I didn't know nothing about you at that point...
THEN WE PLAYED MINECRAFT MONDAYS AND, LIKE— YOU RUINED MY FUCKING LIFE."
"This is horrorcore. Beware if you're a common whore,
Or at late night you may find me knocking on your door!
Not keen to leave until I'm knee-deep in blood and gore!
Your grieving family on their knees, weeping, scrubbing floors!"
Why would an entire school literally run away from a group of bullies? What, do they stuff their pants with TNT or something?
: What about Batman
? Amanda Waller
about Batman? You see him, run your little asses the other way
: You think we can't take him? Amanda Waller
: I think you are crazy
Weeks or months ago, I might have had a hard time wearing that confidence the way Jack
did. The history, the long sequence of events and conflicts where wed come out ahead in our respective teams, it could just as easily be a burden, the accumulated weight of the various precedents wed set, but wed made it into our armor, something to make our enemies hesitate at a critical juncture.
"If you're lucky, Imp
slits your throat with you none the wiser, or Regent
has one of your underlings stab you in the back, and you go quick. If youre unlucky, Bitchs
dogs tear you to shreds, and its a long, drawn out, painful process. If youre very unlucky, you get the worst of both worlds, and you deal with me
putting the above philosophy into action, Worm
: If the Earth Kingdom finds us, they'll have us killed. Iroh
: But if the Fire Nation finds us, they'll hand us over to Azula
: Earth Kingdom it is.
The time has come for benders
to experience fear.
(as Chester while talking about Mal
) There's a storm a-coming, dang nabbit!... Mike:
(as Svetlana while talking about Mal
) I'm scared! After all those years, he's gonna return...
: Some say that he crawled out of a trench in the bottom of the ocean! Pearl
: He's the saltiest of the sea dogs! Spongebob
: He's the most hated creature in Bikini Bottom! Mr. Krabs
: And he finally's got the Krabby Patty!
You think they'll remember me? (pan out to him on screen in a Yugopotamian theater) Yugopotamian:
It's Timmy Turner! The Earth warrior who ate the dreaded chocolate! (the audience runs away in panic) Cosmo:
I'd call that a yes.
Brian: Oh my God, that's Deirdre Jackson!
Stewie: Who's that?
Only the deadliest fighter in all of women's boxing. She's killed three people in the ring. Her fists are so dangerous,
she's not allowed
to be a lesbian.