Character: ISM

I have a proposition for you... a Business proposal!

Are you looking for this? A-ha-ha-ha-ha!.. Wait, wait, is that my voice?! - clears his throat. And that's my voice?!. Well, what can you do?... A-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!

So, how do I get in Cuzco to lose? Oh, I know: first I'll turn him into a Behemoth. Then put on a diet. Then invite him to dinner, and when he comes, I will begin to feed, feed, feed that he is grown fat and could not budge! Ah-ha-ha-ha! I'm a genius, genius, genius-iy!
- What will be served?
- Huh?
- Hippos are vegetarians, so it's best to start with the salad, and then submit the lasagna is just not less than forty pounds.
- Well, then, so not much to spend, turn it into a turtle.
Yes, that's right. They don't eat much. Turtle.

- Hee-hee-hee, tomorrow morning in Cuzco is the most incredible in the world excuse! Ha ha ha! [Turns to Kronke] First, I'll turn you into a llama, then you will find a job in Cuzco and eat it. I'm a genius, genius, genius!
- Yes-Ah... the plan is logical and clear that out of character for you. Only...
- Only? Only, only, only what?
- Well, just... again Lama... Like we've been through...
- What would you do, m-m-m?
Well, I don't know... "Llama ate my job" - this excuse for a long time into the anal.
- That's it! That's why it will be absolutely incredible!
- That's right, a double ploy would lead to a double failure... Oh, I would not want to open your skull and see what's inside!
- The same.

- Kronk! It's not his job! Read the name.
- [Reads] "Chuck made". Hmm, so "Contrived" - that was her name? Unusual.

- I have to be a young virgin!
Or a young dinosaur. This is more like it.

Ahha-ha-ha-ha... MINE!

- ENOUGH! I've had ENOUGH! Tell me where the talking llama is, and we will tear down your house!
- Eeee... "and" or "or"?
Oooooh, tell me where the talking llama, OR we will blow your house!

We're going in circles already knows how much! So I again asked the squirrel where I go!!

And now, the moment of immense grief for our beloved Prince that he left us so suddenly on the eve of his eighteenth birthday... the Memory of him will live forever in our hearts... Well, played in a box - okay! The mourning is over.

Pull the lever, Kronk! Drooooool of rychag!!! And why are all this.

I'm a genius, genius, genius, period! WUN-DER-KIND!

I'll turn him into a flea, stick it in a box, the box put in another box and send it to YOURSELF! And then, ha-ha-ha-ha, I will hit it with a HAMMER!