Your gonna spoil that baby, holding it all this time.

5037 is my best.

Nope...wait...tied Flint.

5090. Not enough to beat everyone else, but I quit anyway.

4935 and I have no idea how l got that.

Who you callin' biatch, biatch? 5413

My wife walks in, naked as hell, and we're talking about my modest New Years Resolution, and she says how every year I make huge improvements in every area, and I say, "It's all because of you, baby" and I turn to kick the ball. It's a high lob, I time it just right, first bounce is good--great even, and I say "This is gonna be a good one." She watches. I say, "This is how far away I am from Undertoad." The number is dropping fast. "Oh shit" ...

"I'm the champion! I'm the champion by a ƒuckload!"

Yeah for exactly two minutes. You are hereby served. 5589

Bah, 19 meters, ye scurvy dog.

Hey, we didn't ask for your bitch-ass excuses.
You are the weak monkey that gets canibalized.

Where the hell is Happy Monkey? He's gotta have some inside uh somethin.

Still at 5211...