[h2]Freddy Fazbear's Parking Lot[/h2]
"QVESTION TWO! ARE YOU CURRENTLY VORKING FOR OR HAVE YOU EVER VORKED FOR EIN MILITARY, MILITARIZED COMPANY, OFFICIAL CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION, STREET GANG, OR HORDE OF ZE DAMNED?!"

TV Fly caught the riding crop as it nearly slapped him in the eye again. Even as the large print options for the deaf scrolled, TV-fly glared at Starfish Hitler.

"I swear to god you fucking kraut if you hit me with that one more time I'll turn you into seafood bratwurst."

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[h2]Castlevania- Undead Resort[/h2]
Skin pale from nausea, Kelly clutched her stomach and looked at Raditz.

"What is it with you and pudding? I'm pretty sure that the Perseph-"
"WELCOME!"

The Skeleton Bartender threw the drink tumbler at Kelly, hitting her dead on. As it did, she began backing away, looking down, and then to Raditz with a look of terror in her eyes... as she slowly turned to stone. The Crobat stared in horror before landing on the statuesque Rocket Grunt's shoulder and nudging her, trying to get her to move. The skeleton proceeded to mix up another drink, shaking the tumbler and preparing to throw it at Raditz.

"THIS ONE'S FOR YOU!"