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if you know what I mean.
We're standing here talking, right?
I'm going to palpate, Dean.
Oh, I'm sure that put him at ease.
Are you gonna get the phone or what?
So tell me, is this the most humiliating moment of your life, or what?
Or on the interweb.
me!
I told you, it's not a hernia!
And what are you wearing?
your son's testes are going to die, then atrophy.
I don't.
Raising a son is an experiment no scientist is prepared for.
What's the point, really?
Hank!
It's like a bucket full of payday bars in there.
with Master Billy Quizboy, adult genius.
Holy mackerel!
Hey, Hank. I had emergency surgery.
- The piranha! - No!
Monarch, we have transmission from the Venture compound.
your balls pulled a one-eighty.
Is that what you want?
the pain would be excruciating.
Oh, come on!
It's the Monarch's crown!
Testicular torsion isn't just something on TV.
I'm about to kill all of you anyway.
That was Dr. Venture.
The kid's really hurt. Let him go.
High five.
Easily.
Distress call from cellblock "C."
I'm glad you're still...
Twenty-Seven!
It only happens to one in four thousand.
Well, what happens now?
Well, be quick with it.
qualifies you as a boy genius.
It's like a bucket full of payday bars in there.
Thanks. I just came up with that.
in front of their father.
I guess it's theoretically possible.
Burn his sheets!
Take it easy, Dean.
Let's see 'em.
Well, I think that's settled then.
That's not so good.
teeming with the most gruesome fish to ever...
The Monarch has his hands in many sinister soups
Think raisins. Or better yet...
is also called Rusty's law.
I didn't sleep in my clothes.
First it's a candy, then it's a gum.
I treat my captives as kings.
All right, what happened? And one at a time.
Yeah, but this kind of thing should be a walk in the park.
Or I could perform orchiopexy.
Hank, don't brag to your brother about your circumcision.
I didn't sleep in my clothes.
Master Billy, boy genius, speaking.
What'd you get him?
Gentlemen, welcome to the heart of the Monarch's lair...
I don't want to show my junk to a little boy.
Hold that transmission.
We fly by radar alone.
Come on, would you stop with that? Really.
Whose job was it to feed the butterflies?
No, he had a legitimate medical condition...
- Go, Dad! - Yes, go, Dad.
in front of their father.
I'm a bodyguard.