but I'm not scared of ya, you sorry sack of meat.

You're an affront to my nostrils.

(CHUCKLES) Angus, you're talking to his butt.

Oh. (SPLUTTERS)

I will not take any lip from the flea-bitten likes of you,

you wee goat.

(CHUCKLES)

Now you're talking to my butt.

Aah! Go and boil your head, ya bunch of bampos.

I'm away.

Uh, a few new faces around here since I left, huh?

(EXCLAIMS) (GRUNTS MENACINGLY)

Hello, Maquina. Hi!

He was created in a lab. A Franken-bull.

Says nothing, feels nothing.

(FLY BUZZING)

You seem fun.

Look what the goat dragged in.

Hey, Val.

Valiente?