SHERBERT SHOGUN:
(Spoken)
You are still as quick as ever Fruit Ninja!

FRUIT NINJA:
Sherbert Shogun! You will pay for killing my father!

SHERBERT SHOGUN:
And you will die the same way he did!

(SHERBERT SHOGUN):
...Beneath my mountain of evil fruit!

RAYMY KRUMREI:
(Sung)
Lemons from the sky! Aiming for our guy!
Fruit Ninja!

Apples, peaches, plums! Watch out, here they come!
Fruit Ninja

Staring down a citrus shower!
Slashing through a storm raining sweet and sour!

Choppin' up chunks of papayas! Watch him go!
Loppin' up lots of pitayas like a pro!

Shreddin' his way through a kiwis fuzzy flesh!

Spreadin' a spray of blood orange and smelling fresh!

SHERBERT SHOGUN:
(Spoken)
Impressive moves Fruit Ninja!

FRUIT NINJA:
I can handle anything you throw at me!

SHERBERT SHOGUN:
Lets put that to the test, shall we?

RAYMY KRUMREI:
(Sung)
Don't attack the bomb! Come on, keep your calm!
Fruit Ninja!

Better stay your blade! Frantically evade!
Fruit Ninja!

Movin' like a ghostly blur!
Vigorously vying to defy GAME OVER!
Giving the badguys a taste of juicy desserts!

Hitting bomb-happy bad apples right where it hurts!

Swishing his mighty katana with blazing speed!

Squishing a billion bananas beneath his feet!

SHERBERT SHOGUN:
(Spoken)
I grow weary of these games!

FRUIT NINJA:
Then come down from there and face me like a man!

SHEBERT SHOGUN:
Prepare yourself for the taste of defeat!

RAYMY KRUMREI:
(Sung)
Shattered juicy peels! Splatter on his steel!
Fruit Ninja!

Hack them to their cores! Rack up higher scores!
Fruit Ninja!
Striking with unerring aim!
Like he's unaware it's an endless game!

Felling more melons, and guillotining grapes!

Mangling mangoes and kumquats to crepes!

He's on a roll! It's a fruit destroying spree!

Halving each whole in a burst of vitamin c!

SHEBERT SHOGUN:
(Spoken)
I yield! Please spare my life!
I BEG YOU!

FRUIT NINJA:
I will spare you under one condition

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WEGETABLE WARLORD:
Hey! Rotten Fruit Ninja!
Cower before me, the mighty Wegetable Warlord!

Come get your but kicked, you fruit-licking loser!

I'll make coleslaw out of your sorry bum!

Your sword is as dull as a moldy onion!
And your fruit smells like baby wipes!