Yeah, well, I’m not the one who wanted Wind Beneath My Wings for the first dance. Either blow us all up or rub soup in our hair. It’s a toss-up. That probably would’ve sounded more commanding if I wasn’t wearing my yummy sushi pajamas. Can’t even shout, can’t even cry.
Your futures are murky; you’d do well to heed my…I’m still on speakerphone, aren’t I? I recognize the council has made a decision, but given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it. I suppose there is a sort of Machiavellian ingenuity to your transgression. Now I’m just a big, fluffy puppy with bad teeth. A whole mess of sparrows turning on a dime, salmon trucking upstream. A vampire in love with a Slayer. It’s rather poetic, in a maudlin sort of way. Boy, when they were handing out school spirit, you didn’t even stand in line, did you? I told him that I loved him, I kissed him, and I killed him.
A whole mess of sparrows turning on a dime, salmon trucking upstream. Did you know that the only animal in the animals crackers that has clothes is the monkey? So we’ll integrate non-progressional evolution theory with God’s creation of Eden. So, are we gonna sing army songs or something? So, she’s added cussing and hurling about of things to her repertoire. Let me pour you a big frosty mug of ‘shut-the-hell-up.’
Big damn heroes, sir. Ah, the pitter patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots.
We’re gonna explode? I don’t wanna explode. How about ’cause you’re a tiny impotent Nazi with a bug up his butt the size of an emu? It’s like somebody slaughtered an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. Woman, you are completely off your nut. We’ve got a bunch of fighters with nothing to hit, a wicca who won’t-a, and the brains of our operation wears oven mitts. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. Why can’t you just masturbate like the rest of us?
You’re lesbians, so the hating of men will come in handy. They are come to the killing floor. Did you know that the only animal in the animals crackers that has clothes is the monkey? I saw their production of ‘Giselle’ in 1890. I wept like a baby, and I was evil!
I told him that I loved him, I kissed him, and I killed him. Yeah, well, I’m not the one who wanted Wind Beneath My Wings for the first dance.
I hate to bring up our imminent arrest during your crazy time, but we gotta move. I think calling him that is an insult to the psychotic lowlife community. I don’t buckle. Occasionally I swashbuckle. I like to think of myself more as a ‘guest-age’. Instead you go all Dumbledore on me. Can you just be kissing me now? They’re just a bunch of hormonal time bombs. Somebody put her tiny little thinking cap on! Imagine Bonnie and Clyde if they had 150 years to get it right. Bunnies aren’t just cute like everybody supposes.
If you can’t do something smart, do something right. We attack the mayor with hummus. I just don’t see why everyone’s always picking on Marie-Antoinette. I would appreciate it if one person on this boat would not assume I’m an evil, lecherous hump. Winning over your enemy, the one person guaranteed to reject everything you are, that’s real love.
Any self-respecting demon should be living in a pit of filth or a nice crypt. Somebody put her tiny little thinking cap on! Don’t strain your brain trying, then. Might break something. Everybody started singing and dancing. It’s funny how the Earth never opens up and swallows you when you want it to. You’re a hell of a woman. Battle wounds are nothing new to me, preacher. You’re recently gay!