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?
Don't suffer no fools, you know you've been around the block.
Finally someone understands that Pinky is made of glass and to be treated gently.
That jerk, he's always got snacks around. I'm so jealous.
I break so many lights forgetting that I'm not in a video game.
I know I'd be too tempted to walk around all day going, "wakkawakkawakkawakka."