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Pam: Okay, we're going!
Jay: Do you want a hug?
Not even from your best friend, Greece?
Kris: Do you have your cat?
Jay: Sparta? You want my cat, Sparta? Kris: Hai.
Jay: Here's my beautiful baby Sparta. My beautiful baby cat Sparta.
You want to train Sparta-style? Kris: Hai.
Jay: Then you must take off your robe.
Pam: Back up slowly... Jay: Turkey, join us!
Jay: Here you go, Japan. Here you go.
Pam: Poor kitty!
JC: Here's a tomato. Jay: No, don't- Don't throw the tomato! Pam: Tomato!
Kris: Greece! Jay: What? Kris: You are attacking me with cat?
Jay: Get away from me! Pam: Russia has *** Canada... JC: Your hair tastes like poo.
I've got you now! Jay: You know what?
Your hair tastes like feta cheese.
What are you doing to Japan? Get away from Japan!
JC: Dance battle!
Jay: I'd rather sleep. Sleep battle!
What are you doing to Japan? What are you doing to Japan?! Let him go! Kris: Sparta!
Jay: What are you doing to Japan? What are you doing to Japan?!
Kris: America! Jay: It's okay, Japan, I'll protect you! Pam: Oh, no, no, no! Not-
Kris: Oh my God! Jay: I'll protect you, Japan!
JC: Become one with Mother Russia, da? Kris: Noooo!
JC: Ready, set...go!
Jay: Hold on, I don't have my wig on yet.
Kris: But you can't be France! JC: Preparations...
Nikki: I hope that I'm getting the accent right... Jay: No, I'm Canada. They have kind of the same hair.
Kris: Oh... Pam: Look at the awesome flag.
JC: Americana...Americana... Nikki: France, look at my awesome toenails! JC: Wait, wait, everybody!
Nikki: Toenails. Jay: Awesome. Pam: No screaming.
JC: It's not screaming. Put the flag back down. Jay: Hey!
Hey, America, I need help putting my hair on.
JC: Okay, it's this one.
Kris: Canada! Don't you remember, on Halloween?
America made you look like a drag queen? You want to look like a drag queen again?
I wouldn't let America do it! You've seen how America dresses. Jay: I remember. Want to help me, England?
Pam: I'm sorry I made you look like a drag queen... Nikki: Pasta!
Jay: I need to go put my hair up... Kris: I got a drop in my eye...
Pam: I didn't do it!
Kris: That's what she said.
Nikki: That's what everyone said.
Kris: I'm Britain, but I don't have a wig... Pam: Look! Look at that! Julianne, look at your cat!
Jay: Oh, we have a wig for you if you want one.
Kris: Oh, right! Hand me the-
Hand me the Britain wig! Am I doing okay on the British accent, you think? Jay: Awesome. Nikki: Neon!
Jay: That one's mine. Pam: I think this one's mine. I'm writing my name on it.
Kris: Mine will be naked.
I've stripped mine, see? Mine is now naked. Jay: I beg your pardon?
Nikki: What are you guys doing? Kris: It's now drunk.
JC: Not the camera!
One second, I'm just waiting for her to get agitated. Jay: Does that have alcohol in it?
Kris: Yes. Jay: America, America! He has alcohol!
Kris: It's mine, you bloody American! Nikki: You bloody git...
Kris: You bloody American, it's mine!
And that cat's gonna get your camera. And eat your tape.
Jay: Hey, take a video! Are you taking video? JC: Yes. Jay: Okay.
Nikki: It looks like a pasta~! Kris: Bloody American! Trying to steal my alcohol...
Pam: I wasn't trying- Kris: My alcohol!
Pam: I didn't say anything...
Kris: We Brits need our alcohol! We go to our pubs, and...
Jay: Let's put this away now... Kris: No, it's mine!
Jay: Okay... Nikki: Pookie! Pam: This is why i seceeded...
Pam: This is why. He was an alcoholic father. JC: (Uhh...what are you saying here, Johnnie? I honestly can't make it out... O_o )
Jay: I was stuck with him for longer than you, so don't even. Kris: I said, why are there five of you?
Pam: ...What? Kris: There are five of you! Nikki: Iggy, you are bloody drunk!
Kris: All of you!
Jay: What? Kris: Bloody...
Nikki: What the hell is wrong with you? Kris: What is wrong with your head, Canada?
Jay: France fixed my hair, so... Kris: You look like a-
Jay: France fixed my hair... Kris: -oh, what's the word?
You look like a... Pam: A penguin-head!
Nikki: What the hell is wrong with you?
Kris: Like a drag queen! That's the word! Jay: That's not my fault, France cut my hair.
Nikki: Ah, Francy-Pants! Kris: France is a bit of a ***.
Jay: Please don't talk about my Papa like that... Kris: But he said I'm a ***!
Jay: That's true, I'm sorry... Nikki: ...what... Kris: It is not!
I am not a ***! I'll put a hex on you for that! Jay: Please don't, please don't!
Kris: Mr. Unicorn, attack!
You're dead now, Canada. I now own Canada.
Britain is in the rule! Jay: Just like good ol' times, huh, America? JC: I kill you...