Ooka Dooker: "Yeah? What? This fighter chow is a special family secret. There's no ookin way you're getting any.
Me: "You'll hand over the fighter chow now if you know what's good for you."
Ooka Dooker: "What did you ookin say?"
Me: "I said, when I beat your brother black and blue, he dooked his pants and jumped away. Now give me the chow!"
Ooka Dooker: "Flip blookin dook-sniffer. You better take that back!"
Me: "Hey, Ooka, your ooker is showing. That's unsavory and not the least bit sanitary."
Ooka Dooker: "Ookin Dookin blookin flookin wikket!"
Me: "Your mom."
Ooka Dooker: "My mom? MY MOM! You wikket licking ooker!"
Me: "Ookin' wikket! Walk away, just like your brother."
Ooka Dooker: "You leave my brother out of this you, blickjikity dook-manker!"
Me: "You know what, Ooka? You have a dook for a head!"
Ooka Dooker: "My head? You're a slicky headed dook-manker!"
Me: "Slicky slapper! That's right, I said it. Slicky slapper."
Ooka Dooker: "Go mank a slicky, wicket. In fact, go mank two while one manks you from behind and the other manks your dooker."
Me: "You've got quite the mouth on you, Ooka. Maybe I should stuff it full of your blookin mank chow."
Ooka Dooker: "Jeek on it. Jeek on this. You take that back, dooker!"
Me: "You can mank my dook, Ooka. I'm taking the chow and there's nothing you can ookin do about it, wicket licker."
Ooka Dooker: "Mank you, man. MANK YOU."
Me: "Blikkety slickety ook. This mank jeeked on my dook. Face! Now hand over the Fighter Chow!"
Ooka Dooker: "You've out-hozened me, wicket-lover. Here, take the chow. You earned it."