You’re gonna die screaming but you won’t be heard. These are stone killers, little man. They ain’t cuddly like me. How did you find me here? How did your brain even learn human speech? I’m just so curious. Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet. Xander, that’s not the North Star, it’s an airplane. Say Skywalker, and I smack ya. So, she’s added cussing and hurling about of things to her repertoire. A whole mess of sparrows turning on a dime, salmon trucking upstream.
The gentlemen are coming by. What gives you the right to suck face with your demon lover again? I wanna hurt you, but I can’t resist the sinister attraction of your cold and muscular body! They need to take seven and they might take yours. All the protein, vitamins and carbs of your grandma’s best turkey dinner, plus fifteen percent alcohol. Oh my god, I find lentils completely incomprehensible. With any luck, he’ll poke the wrong one and end up in an alternative dimension inhabited by a fifty-foot Giles that squishes annoying teeny pirates.
My entire existence was constructed by a sociopath in a sweater vest; what do you suggest I do? Yeah, well, I’m not the one who wanted Wind Beneath My Wings for the first dance. Hey, no, we’ll just set course for Planet of the Lonely, Rich, and Appropriately Hygienic Man. I’ve got a theory, some kid is dreaming, and we’re all stuck inside his wacky broadway nightmare.