Jesse sighed and shook his remote. "Seen and kicked the ass thereof, yeah. Legendaries are the way they are, y'know?""N-never have I ever...seen a major legendary in-person...before arriving here?"
“Only two candles left! Is that a tie I see? It’s time for our contestants to face off in a lightning round! No rules, no timers, only blood! Audience and contestants alike, ask away and decide who! Will! Win!”
“Imitation! The kindest form of flattery! But has Jesse ever been so vain as to speak like himself?”Never have I ever swore in a dumb accent like Jesse's!
“Ohoho! Someone’s out for blood! Let’s see who of our contestants crack first!”"Only blood, you say? Well, let's go for the low-hanging fruit, then." Palkia's red eyes flash menacingly. "Never have I ever spilt any."
“Has our lovely pussycat never killed? Has she never taken up a new name? Let’s hope she admits the truth before the game admits it for her!”You shake your thing and lose already! Both of those totally applied to you because you spilled Brisa's emotional blood or whatever! Also you just said you beat up a Legend so that totally counts."
"It's called a nickname? Duh! Get it right!"
The PS3 whirred to life. “Please remember that Special Agent Squirt is very well trained. Do not worry about his survival or spread rumors about his demise. Such gossip could be very hurtful to the young child, so please remember to give him the best Holiday Celebration possible while he works with you to find who murdered Santa.”