"Baby! Baby! Baby, ohh..."
"Yo yo yo, it's DJ Paulie D on the 1 and 2!"
*"AROOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Shadowulf howls in unheard-of agony.
"That evil son-of-a-monkey's butt! I'M GONNA GET YOU FOR THIS!!!!!!"
Inhales deeply, and lets out a hellacious, bonechilling howl that drowns out the chorus of Justin Biebers, and obliterates the army of Jersey Shore cast members.
"DARN YOU TO THE PITS OF HECK, NEO! I could tolerate torture, and the being petted and being put up for sale in a pet store! Even the minions trying to beat me up! But THIS!!! THIS is INHUMANE! AROOOOOOOOOOO!"
Rips his way through the many terrors that surround him, and finally finds the key out of that dimension...sticking out of Justin Bieber's unecessarily-baggy pants.
"Aww, crap." Shadowulf facepalms.*
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)