Do I need to set this up?
 
 

No! ...they're mine!

What's yours, 16?

Not now, I'm driving.

No you're not!

Would you care for a sandwhich? Oh, absolutely.

16...you're freaking me out. 18! Help me out here.

Thank ya.

 18!!! 18!!!!

Duhh!!!

18! Not you too!

Siker! What's wrong with 16?

I don't know!!

Check his batteries.

Uhh....18, we've got infinate power supplies, idiot!

Oh yeah, well, I'm a dumb blonde. Uh...maybe it's cause he's really DISABLED MAN!!!

Phphphphhphp!!! Thut thup! *pushes 17*

Hey! That's in, time to shoot the disabled. *unsheaths his gun and aims it at disabled man*

No! Thwait!!! *pushes 17*

Ah!! *fires his gun, but misses* Crap! That was my last bullet! *pushes Disabled Man*

phphphphphphp!!! *pushes 17 again*

This is funny!

*pushes 18* Ther bitch! phphphphh!

Ah!! My hair! *kicks Disabled Man in his disabled, impotent groin*

Pphphphphphph!!!! Owwww my urine bag! pphphphpphphhphh!!! *pushes 17 and 18 into a pit of Joe Sparco's deodorant*

  AAAH!!! TIME FOR CLEAN SMELLING DEATH!!! *dies*
 

*takes over the world*

The End