Jersey City (Jersey Devil)

Yorkie is not Lakuta. He can see perfectly fine. He's just completely insane.

JD: You don't punch people who are in distress. Unless they're evil.

*The evil chef tastes the killer salsa*

The killer salsa melts the evil chef's tongue.

*The evil chef grows a new one*

Yorkie: Really? I've been doing this for years.

Waffle: Can I get rescued please?

JD: Then you've been doing it wrong.

Yorkie uses his right foot to point dramatically at JD.
Yorkie: LIES! LIES COVERED IN SMALLER LIES WITH LITTLE, SUGAR-FILLED LIES ON TOP!

Waffle: I love anything that is sugar filled! Except that it involves lying.

JD: But how would punching him save him?

Yorkie: It would knock HER unconcious so she wouldn't be awake to realize that she was in distress.

*Waffle sobs uncontrollably.*

Jersey Devil: That makes no sense. And it's a he.

Waffle: Can I get rescued please?

Yorkie turns to Waffle.
Yorkie: Of course not, lady! You're in distress!
Yorkie turns back to the Jersey Devil.
Yorkie: NONSENSE! Can't you see it's a female?

Jersey Devil: It sounds like a guy, though looks like an ugly cat.

OOC: Seriously. When I first saw a picture of Waffle, I had no idea he was a cat.

Yorkie uses the leg he still has dramatically pointing at the Jersey Devil to kick Waffle.
Yorkie: Eww. I hate ugly cats.

*Waffle shoves the tomato at Yorkie's head.*

Grammar Nazis beat up Waffle. Yorkie squeals and claps, despite the fact that his wrist is still being held by JD.

Waffle: *begins to cry* I thought Adolf Hitler is dead...

Grammar Nazi: ACH! Of course he is! Ve answer to Doktor Sid!

Waffle: I hardly understand you.

Grammar Nazi: Ve cannot help ze fact zat ve haff an accent!

Waffle: I always thought it was a Spanish accent.

OOC: Waffle can be stupid sometimes.