oh my glub. he's doing it. he's fuckin' doing it. this is fuckin' shithive nuts.

[he continues on with his charade, his impression getting weaker and weaker with his excitement]

Any quadrant except his pale! He is not one to be picky. I'm sure he'll be acceptin' a' any. He's stuck over in the locker next to you, if you wish to complete this task as soon as possible!

[Cue the appropriate banging from Eridan on the locker wall.]