I know I'd be too tempted to walk around all day going, "wakkawakkawakkawakka."
All you cook is marshmallows, fruit and pretzels but I don't mind.
I break so many lights forgetting that I'm not in a video game.
Your naps on the couch will now be accompanied by dreams of ghosts.
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?
The only problem is they're never within reach when they turn blue.