CSI: Las Vegas and Foster’s Home For Imaginary Friends
…FUCK
Puella Magi Madoka Magica meets Law and Order: Special Victims Unit
Well.
sounds appropriate
regular show and i think like. frasier or friends or sth
He-Man and Supernatural.
Dean: Dude, your cat talks.
Cringer: So do you.
Dean: And he’s /green/.
Adam: So?
Dean: Just saying’, man.
Sam: Dean, do you feel… overdressed, here?
Dean: You mean, have I noticed everyone is running around in their frickin’ underwear? Yeah. Except that little floaty guy, what’s his name, Arco? Orzo?
Sam: Orcko?
Dean: Yeah, him. And the queen. But damn, did you see that one chick, Tee-something—-
Sam: Teela. I also saw what she can do with a *sword.
Dean: Exactly what I’m talking about.
Sam: Dean, quit thinking with your downstairs brain. We gotta get out of here.
Dean: Aw, come on, man. It’s like a vacation! Chicks in chainmail, broads in bikinis—-
Sam: Yeah, and skeletons on flying things.
Dean: What?
Sam: While you were chatting up the guard captain, I had a talk with the king. Seems they’ve been having trouble with a guy named Skeletor.
Dean: Skeletor? What kind of name is that.
Sam: An appropriate one, I’d say, considering he’s a *walking skeleton*.
Dean: Seriously?
Sam: Yeah. And he’s got underlings, too—-something about a sorceress, Evil-Lynn, and then someone called Beast-Man.
Dean: Okay, seriously, dude, who named these people? A five-year-old?
Sam: That’s what Prince Adam called them.
Dean: Okay, so maybe we do these people a favor, gank this Skeleguy, what do you say? Heroes of the hour. We could get tons of chicks.
Sam: I don’t know, man, this place.
Dean: In those little bikinis. *gestures*
Sam: I just think we should concentrate on getting home.
Dean: Well, Teela did tell me one thing. These people have a sorceress too, and she doesn’t know how we got here. So that leaves Boneytor.
Sam: Great.
Dean: Awesome. Let’s go torch us some evil bones, Sammy.
Sam: Prince Adam seemed to know a lot about this Skeletor and his crew. I bet he knows how to get there.
Dean: Just as long as that little dude doesn’t try any more magic tricks. I swear I’ve still got egg in my ear.
(Source: skeleton-gaga)
