Your futures are murky; you’d do well to heed my…I’m still on speakerphone, aren’t I? Can I start getting sexed already?
I figure, if I’m responsible for the end of the world, I get to name it. Instead you go all Dumbledore on me. We need to save Buffy from Hansel and Gretel. How did you find me here? I knew you were lying. Undead liar guy. Say Skywalker, and I smack ya. I dislike that Anya. She’s newly human and strangely literal. Or even worse, a sneezure.
Time is what turns kittens into cats. In the time of gods and monsters, what is the worth of a man? Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet. No need, little lady, your tears of gratitude are enough for me.
Just once I would like to run into a cult of bunny worshippers. Don’t care much for fancy parties. Too rough. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it…This Land. You’re recently gay! What do they need such good eyesight for anyway? Turns out I suddenly find myself needing to know the plural of apocalypse. Now I’m just a big, fluffy puppy with bad teeth. Your futures are murky; you’d do well to heed my…I’m still on speakerphone, aren’t I? And zombies don’t eat brains anyway, unless instructed to by their zombie master. So, I’m wondering, do the other cookie animals feel sorta ripped?
I would appreciate it if one person on this boat would not assume I’m an evil, lecherous hump. Why not default them with ninja skills or whatever? If you say ‘adorabubble,’ I’m leaving. But I haven’t spent any money! I was all… dead and frugal. Somebody put her tiny little thinking cap on!
Once again I teeter at the precipice of the generational gap. Ah, the pitter patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots. She came from the grave much graver. Recognizing someone else’s power does not diminish your own. Well, I haven’t been to a hell dimension just of late, but I do know a thing or two about torment. Apocalypse, we’ve all been there; the same old trips, why should we care? The human mind is like Van Halen; if you just pull out one piece and keep replacing it, it just degenerates.
Ah, the pitter patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots. Okay, at this point you’re abusing sarcasm. Your futures are murky; you’d do well to heed my…I’m still on speakerphone, aren’t I?
I gave birth to a pterodactyl. We don’t have wings, we just skate around with perfect hair fighting crime. She’s a truck-driving magic mama! And that’d be where you find stored such things as empathy, compassion, an aversion to disemboweling puppies. Can I start getting sexed already?
It’s funny how the Earth never opens up and swallows you when you want it to. A vampire in love with a Slayer. It’s rather poetic, in a maudlin sort of way. Like, is the hippo going,’Hey, man, where are my pants? I have my hippo dignity!’ Stay away from hyena people, or any loser athletes, or if you see anyone who’s invisible. It was supposed to confuse him, but it just made him peppy. So, I’m wondering, do the other cookie animals feel sorta ripped?
Stay away from hyena people, or any loser athletes, or if you see anyone who’s invisible. They’ve got those hoppy legs and twitchy little noses. Turns out I suddenly find myself needing to know the plural of apocalypse. When I kiss you, you don’t wake up from a deep sleep and live happily ever after. Somebody put her tiny little thinking cap on! Bunnies! Bunnies! It must be Bunnies! I love what you are, what you do, how you try. Welcome to the future, where cars fly, robots serve our every whim, and genetically engineered dinosaurs rule the Earth.