[shortly after Mr. Frying Pan makes an obscure "Ike, Mike, and Mustard" reference]
Mr. Frying Pan: You wanna know who we are? I'm the frying pan, see? And my boy over here, he's...
Mr. Fire: Mustard. I'm Mustard, baby.
Mr. Frying Pan: He's the fire. Fuck you, Mr. Mustard.