Id I could only lay my hands on a Gun, I'd stand a Chance. UMPHH!!
If I could just get this Damn Muzzle off, He wouldn't stand a Chance.
And so he took to the skies to escape the zombies below. In retrospect it was a poor plan.
The filing cabinet did his job excelently, but they had to let him go on sexual harrasment complaints.
Damn it, Trigger, you GOTTA get over your fear of ants!
We could always sell popcorn... Or salad dressing... That just might work.
Reginald Witherspoon III was an expert in Vulcan gang signs