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Dr GOD: I HAVE FIGURED OUT HOW TO CLONE PEOPLE!
Heavy: Malysh.
Heavy: You had eight hours of sleep yesterday
Heavy: Is only sleep you have all week
Heavy: Is Friday
Heavy: Stop.
Dr GOD: BUT, MISHA! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I COULD GET A NOBEL PRIZE FOR THIS! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE WORSHIP ME AS THE GENIUS THAT I AM!
Heavy: Ludwig.
Heavy: No.
Dr GOD: MIDHA!
Heavy: You are tired
Heavy: You are sleepy
Heavy: You are slowly falling asleep
Dr GOD: YOU CANT HIPNOTISE ME!
Heavy: Am not
Heavy: Am stating fact.
Dr GOD: I COULD CLONE YOU! TWO HUSBANDS! THAT WOULD. HE AMAingn!
Dr GOD: MISHABAVVVVVVVVVVVV
Heavy: And he drop
RED Engineer: Don't worry, Mike, I got him
Heavy: Thank you, Dell!
Heavy: Wait
Heavy: He can clone people??
RED Engineer: Nah, just chips
Heavy: Oh, ok
Heavy: Wait
Heavy: UNLIMITED SNACKS??
RED Engineer: Gosh darn it why did I say anything
SPY: Calm yourself, fat man!
Heavy: Don't call Heavy that!