Spooked
Bert:Very low pressure in the Sargasso Sea, warm air from South America, cold air from Greenland. All signs point to the perfect storm.
Dwight:Yeah, perfectly mediocre.
Bert:What are you, anyway?
Dwight:I'm a Jamaican zombie woman, leave me alone, ghoul.
Bert:If you had some really big wings with blades on the end, you'd kind of look like Kerrigan from Starcraft.
Dwight:Damnit. I AM Kerrigan from Starcraft! I've been censored.
Bert:If you're going to be a Zerg, at least be a Lurker, not some girl.
Dwight:Kerrigan is ruler of the Zerg swarm!
Bert:Yeah, she also has boobs.
Dwight:Yeah, but no nipples.