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Everybody Knows God: Argh! That Jeffrey Rowland just discovered the true nature of human existence! / J.C.: I'm on it Big Poppa. / Jeffrey Rowland: I figured it all out, Weedmaster P! I figured out the atual meaning of all that is, was, and will ever be! / Weedmaster P: WHAT DO YOU WANT A MEDAL / J.C.: Reality Enforcement, nobody move! Jeffrey Rowland, kneel down and press your palms against each other in front of your face. / Jeffrey Rowland: The MAN!
Bug There's a dead bug on this piece of paper! / Stupid bug!
An Eight Ball of Faerie Dust Jeffrey Rowland: Oh my God you guys check out that gnarly rainbow! / Baby: Rrrrainbow!! / Jeffrey Rowland: Let's go find the end of it, c'mon! / Weedmaster P: NO WAIT DON'T DO THAT / Weedmaster P: NO MAN CAN KNOW WHAT TRULY LIES AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW / Jeffrey Rowland: You hate things that are fun!! / Baby: So pretty! / Weedmaster P: I SMOKE FUN, DICK BAG / Jeffrey Rowland: Baby, I can't believe my eyes! / Baby: I can't believe anything on my face! / [[A unicorn is inconspicuously approached my a leprechaun holding a small black container]] / [[The leprechaun discreetly gives the black container to the unicorn]] / [[With the transer complete, the unicorn and the leprechaun walk their seperate ways]]
Like You Know Jeffrey Rowland: Like, you know? Like... like, like, you know? Meh. / Weedmaster P: MAN LIKE YOU KNOW DUDE LIKE MAN YOU KNOW / [[Jeffrey is now carrying Joanna in a baby backpack]] / Jeffrey Rowland: You know? Like, you know? Like... you know, dude. / Weedmaster P: LIKE DUH MAN LIKE YOU KNOW FUCKIN DUDE / [[Baby makes a "W" with her fingers]] / Baby: What ever.
The Sparkle jeffery, your recent productivity has been... infuriatingly disappointing / i'm tryin', topato, but this humidity is makin' it hard for me to sparkle. / what is it to... sparkle? / when i'm wicked sparklin' i can crank out three or four comic pages in a day! / I can aquire a chemical compound that will allow you to "wicked sparkle" artificially / wicked sparkle ain't the same as layin' in an alley with my pants around my ankles screaming at a cop.
 
You Jeffrey Rowland: Baby, what's it like bein' you? / Baby: Kinda like you but a lot more hotterer! / Jeffrey Rowland: Weedmaster P, what's it like bein' you? / Weedmaster P: IT'S FUCKIN' AWESOME MAN I SEE DRAGONS EVERYWHERE 'CAUSE I SOLVED THE MYSTERY OF EXISTENCE / Jeffrey Rowland: Joanna, what's it like bein' you? / Joanna: MIND-NUMBINGLY HORRIFYING / Jeffrey Rowland: Jeffrey - / Jeffrey Rowland: STOP BOTHERING ME.
And that's how I learned my lesson. [[Humanoid on an unknown object]] / Narrator: Pedal This! / Humanoid: My... LUNGS / [[Dinosaurs(?)]] / TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES, PLEASE STAND BY
The Unbearable Lightness of Being the Poopmonster Jeffrey Rowland: Man, I need to start watchin' TV or somethin'. I don't know what the hell anyone is ever talking about. / Poopmonster: I watch TV in 30 second chunks for five minutes every hour. / Jeffrey Rowland: But you're just insane Poopmonster! / Poopmonster: My favorite song is a mashup of every number one song ever recorded layered on top of each other and sped up 500 percent. / Jeffrey Rowland: What's it like bein' you? / Poopmonster: A second lasts a half hour and I only sleep when I can't see anymore. / {{title-tag: The Poopmonster's heart hasn't beaten since 2003.}}
Cat on a Hot Tin Rampage [[Joanna sticks her tongue out]] / [[Joanna looks surprised]] / [[Joanna is walking]] / [[Joanna climbs out an open window]] / [[Joanna sees an empty cop car with an open window]] / [[Joanna climbs through the open window of the cop car]] / [[Joanna crashes the police car into a wall]] / [[Joanna approaches the Catcoon]] / [[The Catcoon shakes his rattles]] / [[Joanna reaches down to pick up a stone]] / [[Joanna lightly tosses the stone up in the air]] / [[A stone, presumably thrown by Joanna, strikes the Catcoon slightly above his right eye]]
The Order of Mouse and Toad [[Weedmaster P is by a pond and Baby, dressed as Leela, is running towards him]] / Weedmaster P: OH MY GOD YOU GUYS THIS IS UNBELIEVABLY INCREDIBLE / [[a mouse is riding on a toad in the pond]] / Weedmaster P: IT IS A MOUSE RIDING ON A TOAD IT'S AS IF THEY ARE ON A MAGICAL FUN JOURNEY / [[Jeffrey joins Weedmaster P by the pond]] / Jeffrey: I don't trust it, Weedmaster P. Animals ain't 'sposed to work together like that. / Weedmaster P: MAN SCREW YOU AND YOUR WILD CONSPIRACY THEORIES / [[Mouse and toad are in the pond]] / Mouse: Summon the larger reptiles, friend Toad. The new dawn rises. / Toad: Yes, my master.
 
Indie USA [[in front of Mount Rushmore]] / Weedmaster P: Happy independence day, dong nibbler / Jeffrey: America isn't independent! We're totallly dependent on everybody! / [[in front of Saint Basil's Cathedral]] / Jeffrey: Pretty much all the fly gear we have we get from other countries! We NEED them to fabricate our fly-ass gear! / Weedmaster P: Plus our dope is unbelievably bunk / Jeffrey: That too. / Weedmaster P: Today we have independence from NOT getting wasted and we have the freedom to blow shit up and look at pretty colors / Jeffrey: With Mexican beer and Chinese firecrackers. / {{comic title: Indie USA}} / {{Happy Independence day, Tooth Fairy!}}
Do Not What? [[Weedmaster P is in the background and up close is the image of a silica gel packet. The writing on it reads: SILICA DO NOT EAT DESICCANT SILICA GEL]] / Weedmaster P: JEFFREY WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU EAT SILICA GEL / Jeffrey Rowland: Let me look it up on Googles. / Weedmaster P: GOOGLE IS FOR PUSSIES MAN BACK IN THE DAY DO YOU KNOW HOW PEOPLE FIGURED SHIT OUT THEY FUCKIN WENT FOR IT / [[Weedmaster P chews on the silica gel packet]] / Weedmaster P: JEFFREY CAN YOU LOOK ON GOOGLE MAPS AND FIND THE CLOSEST HOSPITAL / Jeffrey Rowland: I have to reset the modem first.
Near Miss {{Title Text: Near Miss}} / {{Rollover Text: The Poopmonster is Polish}} / Jeffrey: Heads up, Poopmonster! I'm throwing a rock at your head! / Poopmonster: Terrorost! / Poopmonster: You almost hit me! / Jeffrey: I was illustrating how the Earth "almost" got hit with an asteroid the size of a small town last Monday! / Poopmonster: What the hell are we paying that handful of people to search for killer asteroids for? / Jeffrey: Planet-killer asteroids are too scary to be considered "terrorism."
Dead Horses On A Plane Jeffrey Rowland: Dumbrella... San Diego Comic-con... Snakes on a Plane... / Samuel L. Jackson: Jeffrey, it is I, Samual L. Jackson... you must go to the San Diego Comic-con and help me push "Snakes on a Plane." / Jeffrey Rowland: But I'm so sick of that movie already! Leave me be and let me live my dang old life. / Samuel L. Jackson: Muthafucka when I show up in your muthafuckin' dream and tell you to do somethin' you better God-Damn do it. / Jeffrey Rowland: Oh. Okay. / [[Jeffrey Rowland wakes up from a dream]] / [[Jeffrey Rowland discovers an FBI badge and is quite surprised by his discovery]]
OVERCOMPENSATING: The True Story of a Boy With Poor Impulse Control Baby: Samuel L. Jackson came to you in a dream and asked you go to go Comic-Con? / Jeffrey: Not "asked," he told me he would kick my ass if I didn't go. / Baby: You must warn the others. / Jeffrey: Team Dumbrella...assemble. / [[Jeffrey shines a spotlight with "Hey" superimposed]] / [[Superimposed spotlight text changes to "WTF"]] / Jon Rosenberg: Oy vey. / Jon Rosenberg: Dumbrella has spared no expense to get here as quickly as possible. What's the dire emergency? / Jeffrey: Remember when I said I wasn't going to Comic-Con 'cause you guys are a bunch of douchebags? / Jeffrey: Well, it turns out I am going to Comic-Con 'cause Samuel L. Jackson told me to in a dream! So I need an exhibitor badge and a hotel room! / Jon Rosenberg: You said you couldn't go because you weren't allowed on airplanes! / Jeffrey: I was just kidding about everything I ever said in my whole life. / {{title text: Signal in the Sky}}
 
Doctor Monkey Knows What You Did Weedmaster P: It burns. O how it burns. / Nurse: Doctor Monkey will see you now. / Weedmaster P: Doctor Monkey? / Jeffrey: Doctor Monkey is glaring at you disapprovingly. / Weedmaster P: He knows.
FaerieCore weedmaster p : hurry guys i found the ponies and faeries jamboree / jeffrey : you found a what? / weedmaster p : a secret jamboree for ponies and faeries / p: shh / P: they can't see you if you don't think about sex or murdering
Hate Racism jeffrey, shirtless, is eating a water melon and looking towards the heavens with closed eyes and a look of glee on his face, watermelon juice dripping from his mouth / jeffrey: mmm mm! i sure do loves me some watermelon! / weedmaster p stands behind him wearing a green tshirt that says "NUT" in white on it / p: WHAT ARE YOU, BLACK / jeffrey points at p / j: you can't say that! It's racism! / p: IT AIN'T RACISM / WATERMELONS ARE DELICIOUS TO ALL PEOPLE OF ALL COLORS / j: You have to make up for it by saying something racist against whites. / p: um / p: I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING / j: George Bush and Dick Cheney are white. / p: OH RIGHT / WHITE PEOPLE ARE FUCKED UP / j: and they can't dance for shit / alt text : my goodness watermelon is wonderful
The Secret Life of Doctor Monkey [[Doctor Monkey is seen walking home]] / THE SECRET LIFE OF DOCTOR MONKEY / [[Doctor Monkey arrives at home and hangs up his hat]] / [[Doctor Monkey pours himself some scotch]] / [[Doctor Monkey is changed out of his doctor clothes and into a red and white striped shirt. Doctor Monkey looks at his glass of scotch.]] / [[With scotch in-hand, Doctor Monkey walks to his computer]] / <> / [[Doctor Monkey uses the computer]] / [[Doctor Monkey is becoming visibly upset]] / <> / [[Doctor Monkey continues to angrily type]]
Two Words Jeffrey Rowland: This device tells you what the two words are that you say the most. Mine are "shitty" and "awesome." / Baby: Ooh, let me try! / Baby: "Pilates" and "angels!" I win the round! / Weedmaster P: THOSE ARE CRAP WORDS LET ME DO IT / [[Device shows readout with words "Thunderous" and "Olympian"]] / [[Joanna is laying on the floor, drunk as usual]] / Weedmaster P: PLUG THAT THING INTO YOUR DANG OLD CAT / Baby: Unplug it! Unplug it! / Jeffrey Rowland: backwards Latin...
 
We Got A Meeting Weedmaster P: YOU THINK YOU'RE ALL HOT SHIT 'CAUSE YOU'VE SORT OF GOT SOMETHING TO WITH THAT SNAKES ON A PLANE MOVIE DON'T YOU JEFFREY / Jeffrey Rowland: Yes...no? Sort of? / Baby: Leave him alone, Weedmaster P! Jeffrey can't help it if movie stars wear his shirts all the time! / Weedmaster P: HE'S RUNNIN' ROUND ACTIN' LIKE MR. BIG DICK HOLLYWOOD TURD GOBBLER / Poopmonster: Jeffrey, it's New Line Cinema. Your meeting with Samuel L. Jackson is Friday at 10:30. / Jeffrey Rowland: You tell them I don't see anyone before noon!
Say Weedmaster P: SERIOUSLY JEFFREY WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO SAY TO SAMUEL L. JACKSON / Jeffrey Rowland: I ain't really thought about it! I figure we'll just sit around and shoot the shit. / Jeffrey Rowland: Once again it's time to punch that big old sky. Do you smell that, Weedmaster P? That's the sweet smell of freedom. / Weedmaster P: JEFFREY IF YOU SAY THE WRONG THING TO MR. JACKSON HE WILL SCREAM AT YOU YOU DON'T WANT THAT / Jeffrey Rowland: Samuel L. Jackson is a man, just like me! The only difference is, nobody tells me what to do / Weedmaster P: SEE IF YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT HE WILL SHOOT YOU / Jeffrey Rowland: I don't care.
Pre-Flight Terrars Jeffrey Rowland: Now, behave yourself, Joanna. It's important to have good manners when you're crammed in a tube with a hundred potentially insane strangers. / Flight Attendant: Ooh, is that your kitty? Is she a boy or a girl? / Jeffrey Rowland: Oh, you know how cats are ma'am, they're like birds - it's impossible to tell the girls from the boys. Do you know if there's an Air Marshall on this flight in case, you know... TERRARS / Flight Attendant: I can't tell you that, but I can get you a drink. / Jeffrey Rowland: I'll have a vodka and bourbon. I want to be wasted in case the military is ordered to shoot down our plane. / <> / [[Joanna falls over onto the floor]]
Freefallin' [[Jeffrey Rowland is sitting next to Joanna on a plane. Jeffrey Rowland is asleep.]] / [[Joanna undoes her seatbelt]] / [[Joanna makes her way to the bathroom]] / [[Joanna climbs inside the toilet]] / [[Joanna pulls the handle to flush the toilet]] / [[Joanna exits the plane and is in free fall]]
Comic Con 2006 Narrator: SAN DIEGO COMIC CON / Jeffrey Rowland: Has anyone seen my cat Joanna?! She's green and has alcoholism! / Hussie: Omigod, it's Chris Gaines! / Jeffrey Rowland: Gotta fake out crazy fans. Gotta kick it wit Dumbrella homies. Gotta interview Sam Jackson. Gotta find Joanna. / Jeffrey Rowland: GASP! Joanna and a...dirty pervert! / Jeffrey Rowland: Gimme back my cat you dirty pervert! / Laurence Fishburne: Is there a GOT-DAMN problem up in here? / Jeffrey Rowland: Laurence Fishburne?!
 
Comic Con 2006 Part Two Jeffrey Rowland: Thanks for saving my cat, Samuel L. Jackson. I'm Jeffrey Rowla- / Samuel L. Jackson: It's nice to meet you, man! I wear your Got-damn T-shirt every mutha-fuckin'day! / Jeffrey Rowland: I think I'm supposed to ax you question about "The Plane That Had Snakes On It." / Samuel L. Jackson: To tell you the truth I don't really think that movie's gonna be any God-damn good, Jeffrey. / Samuel L. Jackson: Maybe we should call it "The FBI Agent Who Becomes Vocaly Agitated About The Snakes That Get Loose On His Mutha-Fuckin' Plane!" / Jeffrey Rowland: "The Snakes of Wrath."
Comic Con 2006 Part Three Samuel L. Jackson: Jeffrey if I could trade lives with any ma-fucka it'd be you. Makin' comics, bein' on the internet all the time... / Jeffrey Rowland: What was it like working with Jar-Jar Binks? / Samuel L. Jackson: It was great except he got paid more than me! Ha ha ha! / Jeffrey Rowland: I have to go Samuel L. Jackson. I have to go sell T-shirts at the Dumbrella booth. / Narrator: SEVERAL HOURS LATER... / Jeffrey Rowland: All right guys, let's sell some dang T-shirts! / Jon Rosenberg: We already sold all the T-shirts. / Jeffrey Rowland: Well then I'll just stand here and look pretty. / Blonde Guy: We're already standing here looking pretty.
Comic Con 2006 Part Four Jeffrey Rowland: Mr. Jon Rosenberg, do you think we'll ever be famous? / Jon Rosenberg: The Saxon aristocracy is governing the world with radar. / Jeffrey Rowland: I mean, you know, wearin' suits, paparazzis, c-notes by the layer! Switches! Bitches! / Jon Rosenberg: A true player wears his bling on the inside. / Jeffrey Rowland: That's absolutely right! It's not what you have, it's what you do! / Jon Rosenberg: I have a 54-carat diamond permanently implanted in my colon.
Hollywood Jeffrey <> <> / Baby: Yay! Jeffrey's back from San Diego / Weedmaster P: Do you know where the medical kit is / Jeffrey: Where's my martini, bitch? / Weedmaster P: Oh my God I hope for the sake of everyone you love you did not just call me a bitch / Jeffrey: Martini. Now / Jeffey: Ha ha ha. Now that I've had a fleeting brush with the world of Hollywood I can start acting like a complete jerk to all my friends / Jeffrey: Ha ha ha
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