Even though the replica of the Sword of Omens supposedly had no power, it still growled when Mumm-Ra tried to summon the Eye and opened a mirror to shine his reflection back at him.
Snarf: Sometimes I wish my nose would just fall off so I wouldn't have to blow it all the time.
Lion-O: Better be careful what you wish for, Snarf. Mumm-Ra wished for the Sword of Omens, and look what happened to him.
Snarf: (grabs his nose) I think I'll go back to bed now.
Panthro: Next he'll be wanting his own ThunderTank!
Snarf: (sneezes) I heard that, and it's not such a bad idea. Snarf in his ThunderTank fighting the Mutants!
Tygra: If you don't get back in bed, Snarf, you'll be fighting me!
Mumm-Ra: Ancient spirits of evil, grant your malevolent servant one despicable wish. Give me the power of the Eye of Thundera, and I shall remain your most evil slave.
Lion-O: Release Snarf, or by Jaga, we'll smash Plun-Darr to smithereens!
Slithe: Hold it right there, Mumm-Ra. The sword is mine!
Mumm-Ra: Yours? You dare to claim it as yours?
Slithe: I'll let you use it if you share the secret of the Pyramid's power with me.
Mumm-Ra: Mumm-Ra shares with no one!
Lion-O: I swear by the Eye of Thundera, I'll tear Plun-Darr apart with my bare hands if they've harmed one hair on Snarf's head.
Monkian: Once I've... Ooh, uh... We've got the Sword of Omens, we'll put Slithe back in the kitchen where he belongs.