You think darkness could weave this guy some pants?
Armed with a witch's greatest weakness: a hairdryer!
I'm no laser gun expert, but I'm pretty sure you're supposed to aim at something. Not just nonchalantly fire in random directions.
"I'm just saying, maybe we should have some safety railing when we're hovering over the field of crystal spikes."
"Oh, uh... this? The cat did it?"
My one weakness! Being buried in sand!
There really is no privacy in fantasy, is there?
Well, the title's sure accurate. Though it does make me wonder how Morton J. Golding was able to see into my -- I mean my friend's subconscious