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Episode 6 - Les Diaboliques
SCANTY: Oh? Do you not sense an abnormal stain on the surroundings, Miss Kneesocks?
KNEESOCKS: Yes, dear sister. I spy two females who are not listed on the school roster.
SCANTY: A most peculiar choice of perfume. Do you recognize the brand, perchance?
KNEESOCKS: The primary component appears to be ammonia.
SCANTY: Oh? Why, please excuse us... You must be janitors.
PANTY: Hey!
STOCKING: Binding us with rules, you bondage-loving skanks!
PANTY: I see you've fucked the school up while we were gone.
SCANTY & KNEESOCKS: *gasp
KNEESOCKS: They're already trying to intimidate us?
SCANTY: They must belong to a gang.
PANTY: I-Intimidate?
STOCKING: School's a total bore now because of your stupid rules!
PANTY: Say it, sister! School's meant to be a fun place!
KNEESOCKS: Excuse me? I realize that this may be difficult for low-IQ bottom-feeders to understand, but there's only one way to ste the tide of rampant debauchery under the guise of freedom. And that way is new school (ruru)rules! A new standard uniform! A new ideology!
SCANTY: Magnificent, Miss Kneesocks.
KNEESOCKS: Exemplary behavior! Civil minds! Disciplined bodies! That which holds the essence of true beauty!
SCANTY: Miss Kneesocks, your face is as red as a beetroot.
KNEESOCKS: Please forgive me... I blush easily.
BRIEF: Your face was red to begin with...
[Scanty and Kneesocks notice that Panty and Stocking are... asleep lmao]
BRIEF: Ah! They were both up all night!
SCANTY: Oh? You're still here, toilet-scrubber sisters?
KNEESOCKS: You should cut down on your condiments. The fat will make your stomach and brain all flabby.
SCANTY: If you seek to improve your looks and your health, follow our (ruru)rules!
KNEESOCKS: I maintain my beautiful figure with perfect control of my calorie intake.
[they bat their eyelashes lmfao]
SCANTY: Miss Kneesocks, have you heard? They are apparently angels in this school who slay any evil Ghosts that appear.
KNEESOCKS: Yes, two sisters.
SCANTY: Oh? Might they be referring to us?
KNEESOCKS: Oh, please...
SCANTY: Indeed. How could anyone all themselves an angel? That would be a most embarassing joke.
KNEESOCKS: Besides, they are so obnoxiously violent that they destroy their surroundings and injure innocent bystanders.
SCANTY: They sound like a couple of callous boors. I've heard that the blonde one is acutely disgraceful.
KNEESOCKS: And the other one is rather obese. Ohohoho~
STOCKING: Who are you calling obese?! That was episodes ago! And what's so bad about being angels?! You douchebag daughters of Mayor Baldie!
PANTY: Right on! Let them know who's on top!
KNEESOCKS: Oh? You're still here? I was under the impression that you had already left.
SCANTY: Um... Pissy and Stupid, was it?
PANTY: Oh, now it's on! Bring it!
SCANTY: Why is it "on?"
PANTY: 'Cause we're gonna teach you a lesson...!
SCANTY: How will we determine the winner?
STOCKING: The winner?
KNEESOCKS: Who will be the judge?
PANTY: The judge?
SCANTY: You mentioned something about who was on top...
KNEESOCKS: I presume that you wish to establish who is superior.
SCANTY: Between the two of us...
GROUP: Yes!
BRIEF: P-Pa-
SCANTY: And the two of you...
KNEESOCKS: So, how are we going to settle this?
PANTY: Um...
SCANTY & KNEESOCKS: Etiquette?
GROUP: Boo!
SCANTY & KNEESOCKS: Appearance?
GROUP: Boo!
SCANTY & KNEESOCKS: Class?
GROUP: Boo!
SCANTY & KNEESOCKS: Athletics?
GROUP: Boo!
SCANTY & KNEESOCKS: Family background?
GROUP: Boo!
SCANTY & KNEESOCKS: Academics?
GROUP: Boo!
SCANTY & KNEESOCKS: Vision?
GROUP: Boo!
SCANTY & KNEESOCKS: Hearing?
GROUP: Boo!
SCANTY: What a quandary... We have an insurmountable lead in every category. Is there any activity where an angel might excel? Horn blowing?
KNEESOCKS: Angels of the toilet would certainly know how to blow.
PANTY: D-Don't underestimate my blowing skills! I was ranked 69th on the underground-
STOCKING: Panty! Stop!
SCANTY: Win without violence! That is one of our (ruru)rules!
KNEESOCKS: (Ruru)Rules are written by the strong! This is a fact! That's the truth! An absolute (ruru)rule!
KNEESOCKS: Losers are meant to leave.
SCANTY: And fall!
SCANTY: Well, well... (Note: she says it like Ararararara, so I guess that would be like "Well, weeeeell?" idk)
SCANTY: I thought I smelled a rat in the vicinity, and here we have the angels of the toilet.
KNEESOCKS: This won't do. Students aren't allowed in here.
STOCKING: And what's with this factory? I'm pretty sure you're breaking a few laws here. What happened to your (rrrrr)rules?
SCANTY: You seem to be confused. This is our mission.
KNEESOCKS: And our duty. Our business, you could call it.
SCANTY: After finishing up the test run yesterday, we can finally begn mass production. Once that happens, you gutter angels won't be able to do a thing. It won't be long before the planet is knee-deep in Ghosts.
PANTY: Are you two right in the head?
STOCKING: Anyway, once we're finished with those fakes, we'll take care of you.
[Panty and Stocking's transformation scene]
GHOST: Hey, angels!
KNEESOCKS: You still continue to ignore us?
SCANTY: Such feeble minds... What a pain. We need to teach them a lesson, Miss Kneesocks.
KNEESOCKS: Yes, dear sister.
[Scanty and Kneesock's transformation scene]
SCANTY & KNEESOCKS: May the earth shatter; may the oceans dry; May the sun extinguish itself; grant upon us the power of Our Lord Satan in Hell. We are demons! High-class Commander Demons!
SCANTY: Scanty!
KNEESOCKS: And her sister, Kneesocks!
F: Fastener!
GHOST: What?! They're actually demons?!
PANTY: Oh, now I get it.
GHOST: O mighty demons! I am at your disposal! Those girls are really nasty! They use their power to snap the necks of babies!
STOCKING: Hey!
GHOST: This is the end of the line for you! That's what you get for messing with- [Kneesocks hits it with her scythe and makes it huge]
KNEESOCKS: Wild Ghosts need to be tamed first.
BRIEF: She just blew up the Ghost!
STOCKING: I guess they really are demons.
KNEESOCKS: Finish them.
GHOST: What? Th-That was fast! [it blows up]
STOCKING: The hell? Half a Coin? He really was jut trash!
PANTY: Well, still better than nothing.
KNEESOCKS: You girls are shockingly stupid. Angels and demons have been rivals since Creation!
SCANTY: It's absurd for you to ignore us!
PANTY: Works for me! Two birds, one stone!
STOCKING: I happen to be in a bad mood anyway. [Stocking takes off her other sock and her panties]
PANTY: We're gonna go...
STOCKING: ...completely wild...
PANTY: ...which means it's party time.
PANTY AND STOCKING: Let's get this started!
BRIEF: I'm pretty sure you only really need to grab the stone if you want to win.
PANTY AND STOCKING: Oh, that's right.
SCANTY AND KNEESOCKS: [gasp] The stone's gone!
[Chuck swallows it, but Fastener makes him...poop it out. And Brief catches it.]
BRIEF: Whoa! That stinks! Barfsville! Ahh! A swarm of artifical Ghosts!
[Panty combines her two guns]
PANTY: Take it and run, Geek Boy! Move it!
KNEESOCKS: Hold it right there!
[fighting]
SCANTY: You won't get away!
SCANTY: It seems that your toilet cleaning experience has come in handy. Never would have thought there'd be an entrance here.
PANTY: It leads right down to your stinkin' hideout. No wonder it reeks.
SCANTY: Where's the stone?!
[Scanty and Kneesocks pin Brief]
KNEESOCKS: Hand over the stone.
SCANTY: It looks like this boy want to die.
[Panty and Stocking approach]
SCANTY: Halt, angels of the toilet! If you come any closer, this filthy boy will suffer the consequences.
PANTY: Go ahead. And while you're at that, I'll blow off that annoying head of yours.
BRIEF: P-Panty...
SCANTY: You call yourselves angels when you'd just let a human die?
PANTY: I can't stop myself from doing that things I want to do. And right now, I wanna crush you. Sorry, Geek Boy.
BRIEF: Couldn't you at least call me by name before I die?
SCANTY: What's wrong with you?! Don't angels follow any (ruru)rules?!
PANTY: Stupid. (Ruru)Rules are made to be broken.
SCANTY: Fuckin' angels!
[some ricochet fail]
SCANTY AND KNEESOCKS: What the hell?
PANTY: Geek Boy! The stone!
BRIEF: Here! [he throws it, panty shoots it. And Scanty and Kneesocks scream. And the school kind of implodes, haha.]
SCANTY: Listen carefully, you fucking angels.
KNEESOCKS: We'll call it a draw this time. But next time, you'll be sorry!
SCANTY: Sit tight and wait for us to come back! And with that... We bid you adieu!
C: You underestimated a weaker enemy. That managed to trip you up as a result. I see that you still have much to learn, Miss Scanty, Miss Kneesocks.
SCANTY: We're very sorry, Mr. Mayor.
C: The plan was to build up our forces on the surface and underground. You've made a real mess of things. You will be punished for your failure today.
KNEESOCKS: Mr. Mayor, you can't possibly mean...
[They both fall through a urinal-shaped trapdoor...]
C: In any case, those angels are really something. I would expect nothing less from the proteges of that batshit-insane Garterbelt. Now, this should prove to be very entertaining...
Episode 7 - The Stripping
KNEESOCKS: Everything's going swimmingly with the collection of human money, dear sister.
SCANTY: So it seems. This Ghost is much larger now.
KNEESOCKS: Once this Money Ghost ingests all the money on the planet, the greatest economic crisis ever will plummet the human world in mass hysteria. This will make up for our previous blunder.
SCANTY: That was the worst disgrace of my life! Those vulgar fallen angels cost us our Ghost plant after all the timme and energy we expended on it!
KNEESOCKS: Ever since, I've been seeing their accursed faces every night. [she points to a monitor] Yes, these faces. Crass, shallow, moronic...Hm?
[They realize it actually is Panty and Stocking]
KNEESOCKS: Wh-Why are they here!? Are they here to interfere with our plan?!
SCANTY: The stupid looks on their faces would suggest otherwise. They must be amusing their vacuous minds my gambling.
KNEESOCKS: Then, we should use this opportunity while they're distracted.
SCANTY: It would be a waste to finish them off so quickly, Miss Kneesocks.
KNEESOCKS: You have a point, dear sister. We shall make them pay in spades! That's our (ruru)rule!
SCANTY: This is a rare chance. We should let them enjoy their gambling a little longer.
KNEESOCKS: Dealer change.
STOCKING: Your face is really red. Are you okay?
PANTY: Are you wasted?
KNEESOCKS: No. I just blush really easily.
STOCKING: Hm...
PANTY: Whatever. Let's get this show started.
KNEESOCKS: Very well. Place your bets.
PANTY: Okay, let's go!
KNEESOCKS: No more bets.
[So Panty and Stocking lose. A lot.]
SCANTY: Ohohoho~! Marvelous, Miss Kneesocks! We shall strip those stupid angels of every last cent and finish them off as they wallow in despair!
STOCKING: Our money's all gone!
SCANTY: Checkmate.
PANTY: Hold on! We aren't done yet! [Panty takes off her boa] Hey, boys! Who wants to buy this?
DUDES: Sold!
SCANTY: Hmph, she doesn't know when to give up.
[So then they start stripping clothing and selling it to get money every time they lose.]
SCANTY: I'm so bored. How long do they intend on keeping this up? Hm, but if they continue removing their clothes...
KNEESOCKS: They'll end up completely naked. Which means they won't have any weapons. It'll be a cinch to finish them off if that happens.
PANTY: This should do it!
PANTY: Okay! Lucky number seven!
STOCKING: What? You're not even trying!
DUDES (chanting): One more to go!
KNEESOCKS: One more to go. It's over once Panty loses her panties... Yes! Now it's over! The battle between demon and angel will...
STOCKING: Aren't you nervous at all?
PANTY: It's getting cold without my clothes on.
[they win somehow]
STOCKING: We did it!
PANTY: We won! Woo-hoo!
SCANTY: Bah! Bah! Bah! So bah, that I'm off home! I bid you adieu!
Episode 8 - ...Of the Dead
SCANTY: This is karma for getting overly excited about being cops for a day, you rascally angels.
KNEESOCKS: Indeed. You are absolutely right, dear sister.
SCANTY: Miss Kneesocks, is the next zombie ready?
KNEESOCKS: Yes, at once. [she turns a cat into a zombie]
SCANTY: It's perfect. The zombie liquid we ordered from the Demon Catalog is just the ticket! Combined with your idea to turn Ghosts into zombies... Perfection!
KNEESOCKS: Please, you're too kind...
SCANTY: Miss Kneesocks, your face is bright red.
SCANTY AND KNEESOCKS: Ohohohohohoho~!
SCANTY: We did it! We did it! We finally did it! Look, Miss Kneesocks!
KNEESOCKS: It's not healthy to let yourself get so excited. You must stay calm at all times...
SCANTY: Look! The zombie plan was a huge success! Ohohoho~!
KNEESOCKS: D-Dear Sister... Dear Sister!
[Scanty was jumping around and splashing the zombie juice everywhere, so now they're surrounded by a horde]
Episode 8 - 1 Angry Ghost
SCANTY: Just a little more!
KNEESOCKS: Ah, dear sister! You're going to blow the fuse at this rate! And your voice...
SCANTY: And your face is turning red.
KNEESOCKS: Gasp! How could I?!
SCANTY: She's talking too much!
MONKEY: And you two were pulling the strings behind the scene.
PANTY: Oh! It's you!
SCANTY: Tsk, I suppose you know now.
KNEESOCKS: We even analyzed your behavior to come up with the perfect false charge!
SCANTY: I never dreamed that we would be outwitted by a monkey!
STOCKING: Uh, your plan was pretty weak.
KNEESOCKS: I've lost interest in this farce. Let's
SCANTY: Let us make our exit, Miss Kneesocks.
KNEESOCKS: Yes, dear sister.
SCANTY AND KNEESOCKS: We bid you adieu!
Episode 9 - If the Angels Wore Swimsuits
SCANTY: Oh? I thought I could smell something filty. Why, if it isn't those clueless angels...
KNEESOCKS: I almost got myself dirty by stepping on them.
PANTY: Why are you here?! Fuck my life!
KNEESOCKS: I could ask the same of you two. This beach is our private property. No trespassing.
STOCKING: Private property?
PANTY: Are you retarded? This beach belongs to everyone.
SCANTY: No, no, no. We just purchased this beach for five times the assessed value for the sole purpose of enjoying our vacation today. Are we all clear? Now, scram!
[Stocking's kitty shoots fire and singes Scanty's hair]
SCANTY: Hot! Hot!
KNEESOCKS: D-Dear Sister!
SCANTY: Honestly... These fallen angels are dumber than sea slugs. They can't even comprehend basic rules. It was foolish of me to even try being civilized with them.
PANTY: Wanna use force, then? That's what I'm all about!
SCANTY: Unfortunately, we're on holiday right now.
PANTY: Huh?
KNEESOCKS: We do not engage in combat while on holiday. That is one of our...
SCANTY AND KNEESOCKS: (Ruru)Rules!
PANTY: Huh? What the hell?
STOCKING: How are we going to settle this then?
PANTY: If you get down on your knees and grovel, I'll let this one slide.
SCANTY: You must be joking. We have our own method of conflict resolution during a holiday. A rather demonic method.
KNEESOCKS: They've already started making their excuses. Beach volleyball is a highly technical and beautiful sport.
SCANTY: Though it may be quite difficult when you both lack in the technique and beauty departments. Ohohohoho~