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I knew it! No self-respecting demon would be called Herb.Actually I didn’t. I didn’t see this one coming at all.
endless cubicles…I knew that’s what hell looked like either that or a math classthe fires kind of remind me how some people at work would complain about it being too cold when it was 90 out so we had to crank up the heater. hmm…
It’s been raining so much Maxwell turned into the frog—adapt to survive.Speaking of which, why is there a frog on the raft?
For some reason when I first saw RJ’s time machine, I thought it looked like the TARDIS
Steve! Wait, that’s the hedge’s name.It’s Bob…Or Spike.No wait, he’s name is 42 because that’s the answer to everything.
That ant colony’s got your baby!Surprised no one’s said that yet.
The eel must have been a UK one. He needed one of those travel adapters.At least Hammy figured out where he went wrong.
Who wrote the book of love?And the most important one:Knock, knockWho’s there?Oh wait, I forgot…the most important one is:Doctor Who?
They’re sad because fish only have a short memory span (or so I’ve heard) so their jokes go like this:Knock, knockWho’s there?Knock, knockWho’s there?Knock, knock…
I’m looking forward to hearing Clint Eastwood say Hammy’s words.Clint Eastwood (in that serious voice only he can do): Rainbows and hugs, and butterfly kisses, these were the times that tried men’s souls, but one raccoon stood above the rest. He had a need…a need for Twinkies. Oh no, I forgot where I hid my nuts again. Maybe Steve knows. I’m not allowed caffeine. RJ promised me a cookie. But I like the cookie. I’m a crazy, rabid, squirrel. I want my cookie…