...and maybe, just maybe, someone will tell us where they parked the damn spaceship.
Dinner time at Timothy Leary's house Oooh Mom - the noodles are talking to me
I just swept there! What is that on your shoe?! Oh my God! I work all day to keep this place nice and this is the thanks I get!
ATTACK OF THE KILLER CONJUNCTIVITIS FROM THE PLANET PINK-EYE.
That space b*tch just stole our fusion core!