Crimson Chin:: Oh I'm fine, I'm just dealing with the fact that I don't exist!
Crimson Chin: Whatever, just put me back in my stupid made up book, and go back to being fictional.
Bronze Kneecap: I, the Bronze Kneecap, with my big bronze kneecap, shall-
Crimson Chin: Do you mind? I'm having a bit of a breakdown here.
Timmy: Cool, the Daily Blabbity! How am I supposed to get in? I know, I'll just go to the next panel and before you know it, I'll be outside the office of ace reporter Charles Hampton Indigo, secretly the Crimson Chin!
Charles Hampton Indigo: Leave me alone, I'm going to bed.
Timmy: (pointing at the clock tower) But it's 10 am!
Charles: (pointing at a different panel) Not in this panel.
Timmy: Man, he's depressed. He needs somebody at his side, to kick him into shape! What do they call those things? Oh yeah, sidekicks!
Spatula Woman: (having placed her giant spatula under a policeman) I like cops the way I like my eggs! (she then slammed the cop to the ground with her spatula) SCRAMBLED! Ahahhaha-
Cleft: And I like my cops not flipped around with a big spatula thingie!
Spatula Woman: (gasping) It's Cleft the Boy Chin Wonder!"
Cleft: Those are real fictional people, in real fictional danger!
Bronze Kneecap: I warned you not to make me use this! Now I'm using it!
Cosmo: (trying to put ketchup on his sandwich, but the ketchup wouldn't come out) Stupid ketchup!
Crimson Chin: You might have a kneecap of bronze, Bronze Kneecap, but you've always had a jaw made of glass.
Cleft: Thanks, Chin! You saved me!
Crimson Chin: Actually, Cleft, you saved me... from myself. (record scratch) Wow, that was shmaltzy. Who did you say writes this?
Cleft: Some forty-year-old dude who lives with his mom.
Crimson Chin: Any...money in it?
Cleft: (pointing to the four words above) Lives with his mom.