“Give me some of that sugar, man, you know, the good stuff. I need the pure cane… you picking up what I’m laying down here?”
“No one wears a vest these days. It’s all about the spandex. Show the ladies what you got, amiright, ladies?”
Ah yes… that terrible time when the Soviets came for our diabetes.
Why does Boris Badinov want sugar so badly?
Like you’re one to talk, Pete:
No. It looks like she is the world’s best player of the goofy game for dopey doctors.
Look, it’s bones, at this point it’s too late to do anything unless you’re a desperate necromancer.
Y’know, all of this is STILL less troubling than that time in The Defenders when Hellcat had a crush on Son Of Satan, and the latter’s Dad decided to throw, uh… cold water on them by claiming they were brother and sister. 
They used so much ink on the hat that they had none to spare for completing her right hand!! 
“Oh well. Time to go get my chest sharpened.”
“Oh wait, now I remember, I got it when I lent Henderson those lawn gnomes. He never did give those back. I wonder what he did with them…”
“I think it had something to do with putting it on my head, but that would just be silly.”
Bun-Dun Dah-Dahhhh… Like hell he does.
God spins around in his chair with a white cat on his lap
“Ahh… Mr. Satan, you have a nasty habit of surviving…”
“THE END”? It’s just getting interesting! What a rip!