...at least I used to be a storm, but now I'm slowing down.
…and all of your friends became stranger thereafter?
‘Silent but Cut One Anyway’
Oi! What could get daintier than that itsy-bitsy machination?
What, Nosferatu has teammates now?
What, Jon Bare Luck? Say it ain’t so.
“And once those dry, we’ll put a dress on you. No more naked mole-rats here!”
“But that trick never works.”
That would merely be an appetizer.
It’s the national pastime, not the national pastarm. Unless there was a watch on it.
Proving that cats are made of dark matter, no matter the colors of their coats.