Majin Buu: Be it milk chocolate, or dark chocolate. Very dark.
Videl: No thanks, I'm on a diet.
Majin Buu: Just for that, I'll eat you up first.
Hercule: No one threatens my little Videl! Sick'em, B!
*B. eats Buu up like chewing gum.*
Majin Buu: Eww, digestive juices! AHHHHH! *Explodes*
B.: Yowza! Dats a spicy meat-a-ball!
Hercule: Bad dog, you aren't supposed to talk.
B.: Yip! Bark! Whine!
Videl: Dad, that wasn't very nice! You go sit in the corner!
Hercule: Yes, Videl. *Sits in da corner.*