Narrator: Doythaban examines a copy of himselves... one with a grisly wound.
DoytHaban: (doyt) How's it look, haban? (haban) It's hard to tell.
Narrator: (Grisly wound censored)
DoytHaban: (haban) This 'censored' sign is in my way.
Narrator: (Grisly wound censored)
Narrator: The wound is really grisly. Definitely not family fare.
DoytHaban: (haban) Then i'll hold his head over there. How's that?
Narrator: I guess that's okay. But I warned you.
DoytHaban: (doyt) Yeargh! I think i'm gonna hurl. (haban) Quit closing our eyes, Doyt! You're as bad as the Narrator!
Haban II: