I think I get the main thrust of the story.
What do you have to teach us today, Mr. Cl-AAAAAAAHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!
There must be a rule that the better/more important a science fiction author you are, the worse the cover art for your books has to be.
No daughter of Earth's is going out dressed like that! Now come back here and put some real clothes on, young lady.
There really is no privacy in fantasy, is there?
Animal fact: when threatened by dinosaurs, horses will perform a complex ballet number, usually something from "Swan Lake," to defend themselves.
"So... which one's the title?"
"Okay, you win. Your tentacle-sprouting arms are way creepier than my freakishly elongated right one."
The dancing gods put on one hell of a concert.
"I've got my eye on you, wall."
"Yeah, one question. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for the raw adventure, but uh...could I get some pants?"
Amazing Stories of Amazing Racism!
"I'm just saying, maybe we should have some safety railing when we're hovering over the field of crystal spikes."
Cool, I used to watch this show all the time! Don't remember this act though.
I can't stand backseat drivers.