Skull Face: ...yeah, so that's how I ended up finding you.
Dust Brain: Wow. And it's all down to a smelly block of cheese and a large sausage!
Skull Face: Yep. Sure is.
Dust Brain: Hey. Who's that ugly dude?
Skull Face: Beats me.
Dust Brain: He smells like that cheese!
Stinkor: You Skull Face?
Skull Face: No.
Stinkor: Yes you are.
Skull Face: No I'm not.
Stinkor: Oh. But you have a skull... ...as a face.
Skull Face: Sorry man. You got the wrong Skeleton.
Stinkor: Damn it. Sorry man.
Skull Face: No problem.
Stinkor: See ya.
Skull Face: What a jerk. Hey you can breathe again.
Dust Brain: Phew. You're lucky you ain't got a nose. I've known dead people that smell better than that!
Skull Face: Damn, he finally realised.
Stinkor: You tricked me!
Skull Face: He's fast too.
Stinkor: I don't like being tricked. Now you're coming with me.
Skull Face: I'm not coming with you. I'm not that sort of Skeleton.
Stinkor: My boss would like a minute of your time.
Skull Face: And it takes me longer than that!
Stinkor: I insist.
Skull Face: ...erm, after you.
Later, at Snake Mountain...
Skeletor: Ahhh. Skull Face. We finally meet.
Skull Face: Well grind my bones to make your bread. Another Skeleton.
Skull Face: Only your body's all fleshy and stuff. How the hell did that happen?
Skeletor: I have a proposal for you. Come.
Skull Face: Huh?
Skull Face: Ouch.
Stinkor: That's Skeletor's bird. No-one looks at Skeletor's bird. He gets very jealous.
Skull Face: Couldn't you have just told me that?
Skeletor: Here we are.
Skull Face: What in the name of Ronald Rumblecheeks is that?!?
Skeletor: Your new body. If you want it.
Skull Face: Actually, my head is kind of attached to my current body.
Skeletor: All I require of you is a little help in return.
Skull Face: No thanks. I'm fine.
Skeletor: I want you to blow up Castle Greyskull!
Skull Face: WHAT!?!
Skeletor: Then that pesky little ponce and all his buddy-buddies will be out of my way! HA HA HA!
Skull Face: No way.
Skeletor: It should be no problem for a man of your talents.
Skull Face: I don't want to.
Skeletor: Your body will be here when you get back.
Skull Face: Again, thanks, but no.
Skeletor: When can you get started?
Skull Face: ARE YOU LISTENING!?
Skull Face: I'M NOT DOING IT! NO NO NO!
Skull Face: No. I'm not that evil.
Skeletor: Was it not you that once stole Mickey Niff's balls?
Skull Face: Erm, well, pier pressure. There was a big evil trend that year.
Skeletor: Was it not you who blew up the BBC?
Skull Face: Erm, no. It was my erm... second twin cousin Burt. That's it.
Skeletor: Don't lie. Some old drunk bloke told me down the pub.
Skull Face: Damn drunks. How do they know so much?
Skeletor: Now you will either help us, OR DIE!! HA HA HA!
Skull Face: No way! I'm getting out of here!
Skeletor: We could be a great team!
Skull Face: I'd rather ally with Mr. Stay Puft!
Skeletor: Enough! Kill him, and feed his entrails to my bird!
Stinkor: But he's just bones boss.
Skeletor: What? Oh damn it. Just kill him already.
Skull Face: Goodbye world!
Skeletor: Better go and get you some seed then.
To be continued...