Watch the goddamn pilot, please.
(In a fighting video game, two characters battle each other as soon as the announcer shouts "Prepare for this last round! Fight!" with the screen saying "Final Round! FIGHT!")
Kirby: God fucking dammit! I lost again! (throws his controller in rage) Bwah!
Popo: I told ya, man: skill conquers all.
Kirby: (mocks Popo) "I told ya, man: skill conquers all." Look, man, I wouldn't mind shit if you just quit making yourself be a mentally challenged douche.
Popo: How the hell am I retarded?
Kirby: (sarcastically) Oh, I don't know. (normally) Maybe it's because those so-called "victories" of yours were obviously just pure luck.
Popo: How can that be luck? I practice, while you just, well, don't, resulting in you sucking and generally being bad at the game. I'm pretty sure I've been telling you that for the past gajillion times.
Kirby: That's not even a number.
Popo: Well, it should be.
Popo: Because that's how many times I've beaten you at "Killer Kombat V: Ultimate Fate".
Kirby: (kicks Popo in his shin)
(Suddenly, JJ arrives in the living room)
Jigglypuff: (while drinking a smoothie) Guys! Could you please just calm down and not fight?
Kirby: Try telling that to this prick.