Finally someone understands that Pinky is made of glass and to be treated gently.
I break so many lights forgetting that I'm not in a video game.
Look out Pac Man! There are three ghosts right on your tail!
All you cook is marshmallows, fruit and pretzels but I don't mind.
I know I'd be too tempted to walk around all day going, "wakkawakkawakkawakka."
That jerk, he's always got snacks around. I'm so jealous.
What Pac Man here doesn't realize is that he and the ghosts are really made of the same stuff. Let's all try to get along, shall we?