Avery Bullock Sounds: American Dad - Seasons 1, 2, and 3 Edit

Ah.

Ahmed al Paula, Abdul Al Paul, Anka, al Casey, Kasem bin Shakira.

Ben Shakira.

But that's really not necessary.

Case.

Casey kasem.

Clean out your desk and leave immediately.

Curse my CIA honed reflexes.

Dear Papa.

Do you perchance have any Gatorade?

Don't do this to me. I'll die without you.

Excellent.

Filthy, cheap slut.

Gentlemen, we have a crucial mission.

Go play Ultimate Frisbee with your drum circle and leave politics to the adults.

Good morning.

Good.

Good.

Haley.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

How curious.

How dare you talk to me that way, you third rate tart.

How dare you talk to me that way?

How odd.

I have a mission for you.

I have incredible news.

I have no choice but to suspend you until you deal with your weight problem.

I hope this isn't a problem old chum.

I like big Asian butts and I cannot lie.

I love little girls. They make me feel so good. I love little girls. They make me feel so bad when they're around. They make me feel like I'm the only guy in town. I love little girls.

I mean really brutally weird stuff, but stuff.

I'm afraid I left all my electrolytes with your daughter.

I'm going to go party my nose clean off my face.

I'm going to pat you on the bottom.

I'm listening.

I'm suspending you without pay.

Jeff Fisher.

Let's go time to die.

Naturally, recapturing this fugitive is our top priority.

No, don't do this to me. I'll die without you.

No, Sir.

No.

No.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go party my nose clean off my face.

Of course.

Ohh, good morning.

Ohh, look. Miss Pinkerton fainted at the market, buying canned salmon for her purpose.

OK.

Ready.

Say, do your patrons have any Gatorade? I'm afraid I left all my electrolytes with your daughter.

Shakira.

Silence manhart.

Smith.

Smith.

Take a closer look at these dim witted mountain dwelling folk.

That's right, little girl. Run along, Go play Ultimate Frisbee with your drum circle and leave politics to the adults.

That's right, little girl. Run along.

That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard.

Then we can track down the bastards that have been harbouring it and punish them brutally.

There it is.

This is between me and that filthy cheap slut.

Time to die.

Understood.

Until you get your head in the game, I'm suspending you without pay, clean out your desk and leave immediately.

We are going to infiltrate the site and take them out. It'll be tough, dangerous, and a perfect chance to premiere my new cargo shorts.

We found an al Qaeda cell camped out in the remote desert of Algeria.

We have a crucial mission.

Weird stuff, but stuff.

Well, to be perfectly honest, neither of us did very much sleeping.

What time in God's name are you doing?

Why don't I go find your pants?

Yes.

You have 30 seconds.

Your third rate tart.

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ああはあはあ。