Starter Villain Dolphin Quotes

Don’t swim with the dolphins during a labor dispute. No matter how much they try to convince you otherwise

...I'm here on an island in the Caribbean, being told I need to talk to the dolphins in the middle of a labor action about some whales that might have torpedoes, armed by a secret society of villains who want access to a storeroom full of objects probably looted from the victims of the friggin' Nazis and who are maybe willing to blow up -my volcano lair- to get it.

What do you want to do first, then?” “I want to throw up from stress,” I said. “But let’s visit the dolphins instead.

Hi, Charlie,” the dolphin said. “I’m Who Gives a Shit, and these are my associates Don’t Care, Fuck You, Fuck Off, Burn It Down, and Eat the Rich.

I don’t know anything about this!” I said. “I don’t know how to deal with striking dolphins, or torpedo whales, or evil conspiracies

Oh, no, Charlie. Don’t swim with the dolphins during a labor dispute. No matter how much they try to convince you otherwise.

I don’t know what I was hoping for, or expecting,” I said. “Probably not dolphins who say ‘fuck,’” Morrison said. “They did seem to use it a lot.” “If you were a dolphin without options, maybe you’d say ‘fuck’ a lot too, Charlie.

But you’re not anymore, are you? Now you’re management! A suppurating bourgeois fistula of oppression!” “Bourgeois fistula! Bourgeois fistula!” the rest of the dolphins chimed in unison. “Not going to lie, I appreciate your way with words,” I said. “Don’t condescend to us, you ambulatory collection of skin tags,” Who Gives a Shit said. “If you’re just going to continue your uncle’s repressive labor policies, you can fuck off right into the sun.” “Sun fucking! Sun fucking!

You need to go talk to the dolphins," Morrison said. I laughed, not entirely the laugh of a sane person, I have to admit.

The dolphin chittered something. “Who is this fucknugget?” is what came out of a nearby speaker. “I guess that’s a yes,” I said. “Fucknugget! Fucknugget!” the other dolphins started chanting in unison.

Well whoop-de-fucking-do,” the central dolphin said. For the very briefest moment I wondered about the translation software that had the capability to take the chittering of a dolphin and translate it to “whoop-de-fucking-do,” but I pressed on.

It’s your new boss, you thumbless cretins.” “Fuck him! And fuck your manucentric world view!” “‘ Manucentric’?” I asked. “It’s not what you think,” the person in the wet suit said, getting up and coming toward me. “Manus is Latin for ‘hand.’ ‘Manucentric’ is their new go-to word when they want to accuse us of bigotry.” “Fuck your fingers!” the central dolphin said. “Finger fuck! Finger fuck!” the other dolphins chimed in.

Don’t swim with the dolphins during a labor dispute. No matter how much they try to convince you otherwise.

I can’t imagine a dolphin actually wants to spend its life being hugged by a parade of drunken podiatrists and preteen girls, and I didn’t want to spend any time in a line with members of either group to do the same thing.

Do they talk?" I asked. The dolphin chittered something. "Who is THIS fucknugget?" is what came out of a nearby speaker. "I guess that's a yes.

If you were a dolphin without options, maybe you'd say "fuck" a lot too.

I can’t imagine a dolphin actually wants to spend its life being hugged by a parade of drunken podiatrists and preteen girls,