Kim: What's the deal with this guy Killigan captured?
Wade: Kim, this isn't just "some guy", it's Ricky Rotiffle.
Ron: (overhearing the conversation) The snack blogger?!
Kim: The who?
Ron: He photographs, catalogs, and critics every single snack he eats. It's a must bookmark.
Kim: Hmm, missed it.
Ron: Oh, you can catch up on archive. Oh, his piece on Pop Pop Porter's pork puffs was poetry.
Kim: (to Wade) Why would Killigan care about a "snack blogger"?
Wade: Well, in addition to his snack obsession, Ricky happens to be one of the world's top computer programmers. He's been working on some super secret break-through program.
Kim: So, we're looking at a highest bidder situation?
(An exploding golf ball rolls over to Kim and Ron as Killigan appears)
Killigan: No lassy, you're looking at your doom.
(They continue to dodge golf balls)
Killigan: You cannot dodge me forever.
(Kim uses her wrist Kimmunicator to take his golf club)
Ron: Nine iron, not the way to play this hole.
Kim: Not when I've got my super magnet loaded into my new Kimmunicator.
(A golf ball explodes thus knocking Killigan out)
Kim: Poor Duff.
Ron: Meh, you know, I looked worse when I hit the cliff.