-Yo, I got phat beats! [beatboxes,
imitates record scratch] [laughs] -Hey!
Get your paws off me, mister! -Wha--? Huh? -Oh, hey. What's up? -[screams in terror] -Whoa!
What's with all the screaming? -Monster!!! Aah! -Yeah. Not a monster.
Hamburger. -Get away from me, monster! [spitting seeds]
-Oh, gross! Are you seriously spitting
seeds at me right now?! -I'll never let you
destroy the kitchen! -Bleh! Destroy the what? -You'll never take me alive! [rapid automatic fire] [bullets ricocheting]
-Aah! Oh! How does an orange have a gun? -Eat lead, monster!! -Aah! Stop it! [firing stops] -Okay. Are we calm now?
Can we just talk like normal-- [gunfire, exclaims] KNOCK IT OFF!! -Sorry. Itchy trigger finger. -Geez! What is with you? -What? You look like a monster. -I'm not a monster.
I told you, I'm a hamburger. -More like Monster Burger.
-I'm not a monster! Cripes, is this how you
treat all of your guests? Scream, call them names,
and then shoot at 'em? -Umm... -Yo, what's up, bro? -[screams]
It's a butt fruit! [gunfire] -[exclaims] -Ooh! This place looks nice! -[screams]
It's a midget green alien! [gunfire]
-[exclaims] -Hello, friend! -[screams]
It's an ugly fruit! -Yeah, you're right.
I am an Ugli fruit. -Oh. [gunfire]
-[exclaims] -Yeah, right.
I would never do that. [laughs nervously] -[sarcastically]:
Yeah, I'm sure. -So then, you're not gonna
eat me, Monster Burger? -Bro, I'm a ham-burger. How many
times do I have to tell you? -Ham-burger? Do you park
in the "porking" lot? [laughs] -Puns? Really? -I bet you do things
really full "boar." [laughs] -Ugh! Those puns don't
even make sense! I'm made of beef, not ham. -Wait, monster burgers
are made of beef? Sounds like
"bovine" intervention. [laughs] -[fake laugh]
Shut it! Listen! If I have to tell you one more
time that I'm not a monster, I'm gonna hit you so hard,
Chuck Norris would be impressed! -Violence won't solve anything. -YOU WERE THE ONE
SHOOTING ME WITH A GUN! -Self-defense.
-Self-de--? [groans] Good Lord, you're annoying! -I'm not annoying; I'm an-- -Let me guess: Orange. Ha, freaking hilarious! Yeah!
-Okay, okay. If you're not a monster,
then what are you? -I told you: hamburger. Meat,
then I got a bunch of lettuce, cheese, tomatoes,
and other stuff in here. -HUH?
-What? -You ate Lettuce,
Cheese, and Tomato? Alive?! -[scoffs]
No. I didn't actually eat-- -YOU ARE A MONSTER!! [screams, gunfire] -[exclaims] -YOU ATE ALL THE FOODS
IN THE KITCHEN, MONSTER BURGER! -Stop! Stop!! Stop!!! -[screaming] -Stop shooting me!! -Well, stop eating my friends. -I didn't eat your friends. Just
because I'm made of these things doesn't mean that I ate them. I'm not a monster,
just a hamburger! [hysterically]: GET THAT
THROUGH YOUR THICK PEEL! [panting heavily] -Um... hey. -What?! What is it?! -Monster Burger. -[hysterically]:
Are you kidding me?! I'm gonna rip your peel off
and shove it down your-- [Monster Burger growling,
Hamburger screams] -[reacts in disgust] -The irony!
Aah, he's killing me! Ah--
[chomp!] -Whoa! That monster burger
is really "deranged." [laughs] -What? I don't get it.
-Oh, see you're a hamburger and hamburgers are made of beef.
Beef come from cows and cows hang out at a range.
Get it? De-ranged? -[gasps]
I get it! [both laugh] [gunfire, both exclaiming] -I can't believe
I'm finally here on vacation. -Whoa, Nerville, that's amazing!
-What? My immense knowledge
of the Valley of Napa? -No. That you get a vacation.
Do you even have a job? [laughs] [laughs] Knife!
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