“I went mad after they tore us apart, but I’ll be sane… once I sew us back together.”
“But you’ll kill both of us.”
“No, it’s easy. Look, I’ve been practicing. I made a pigeon-rat.”
I am looking forward to an orderly election tomorrow, which will eliminate the need for a violent bloodbath.
What the hell is this? Some kind of tube?
“I suppose you want to probe me. Well, might as well get it over with.”
“Stop! We have reached the limits of what rectal probing can teach us.”
Science has already proven the dangers of smoking, alcohol, and Chinese food, but I can still ruin soft drinks for everyone.
Uh, God? Hi. Bill Watson. I, uh, live in the clock building. I have a question. If you’re so good, why do you allow bad things to happen?