Make it quick and painless
If I ever start making sense, it probably means that some alien life form has taken over my body and is controlling my brain.
Interstellar chaos is sure to result.
This means, of course, that one of you is going to have to kill me in order to save the human race.
Or, you know, you could just let me live and say "the hell with the human race."
'Cause I'd be totally ok with that too.
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Hey, go check out this phallic cheeto.
Or, if you want something a little more normal (pfftt), you can always just go check out the puppy I had when I was a kid.
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8 comments:
You had a puppy? I didnt even know you were pregnant. Cheers!!
I really don't think we're in any danger.
Of you making sense, that is.
We've lost that race already anyway.
normal is relative term, honey. we're safe.
I thought you were already dead.
Matt-man: Guess who the father is!
Morgen: HEY!
Marilyn: Tell me about it.
Cindra: Thank goodness!
Mr. Fab: Nope, just wishful thinking on your part, apparently.
I'm trying to imagine you making sense, but my brain is starting to hurt.
Travis: Here, have some Excedrin.
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