[Without warning, Pagan falls to the floor under the weight of two giant squid the seem to suddenly appear underneath his helmet. The squid start scooting (or whatever squid do on dry land) to get away and, in perfect squid-talk, appear to be screaming something about the blue fuzzy apocalypse.]
"Come back! I just want to stuff you in a can of alfredo sauce!"
[Pagan, unfortunately appears to have been squished, squided, flattened, ran over (twice), has multiple suction cup bruises on him, and smells like Ellen DeGeneres on a not-so-fresh day.]