Stripes: *drives into the room* I'm gonna need a human skull, but you can't ask why
Blaze: Wha...?
Crusher: *pulls eleven pristine human skulls out of his inventing pouch* Take your pick
Stripes: ...
Blaze: ...
Stripes, grabbing a skull: This one will do
Blaze: How...?
Crusher: Don't ask me, Pickle gave me this last Christmas in case of 'emergencies'
Stripes: Well, it's certainly has it's uses
Blaze: Guys, WHAT THE HELL?!
