Look for the Dilbert ant.
You should see what they do for parking violations.
What kind of metaphor blows up like a bomb?
Casper the Friendly Ghost…. lugworm…The Blob…
Don’t they realize he’s a starving artist, dreaming of the day he makes it big and can come in and buy ANYTHING?
But not from them. Not with THIS kind of treatment. (Didn’t they see Pretty Woman?
I used to have to fight maniacal fiends trying to thwart my every move. And that was the kids when I was trying to leave the house.
Don’t get me started about the actual driving in to work.
You taught him to DANCE? YOU MONSTER!
Careful. She goes to pieces at the first sign of conflict.
Deliverest thou these divorce writs to mine espouse, with haste. A deadline approacheth.