Taco: Oh thank you, I was hoping to be attacked by a raging towel today
Me: Do you realize how silly you sound
Taco: Do you realize you hit me with a towel?!
Someone here said: Anyone else picturing Dumbledore with a tommy gun yelling "WHAT ARE YOU DOING MOTHERFUCKUHS?!" No?
Behold I am the fourth Futon of the Apocalypse, I ride a pale jug of sour milk and Hell follows with me.
The scientists began to float around shouting. Jonny, sensing great and terrible danger, curled up inside his shell.
In revenge, one time my friend was concentrating really hard on doing something, and at a crucial moment I shouted 'TEEHEE!' and she bust out laughing and botched everything up.
Oh, there he is. He's over by the flaming truck. It's just that him and the creature have the same eyes.
He turns toward back toward Rare and Taco, who were last seen in a heap after crashing into a building. "We will need duct tape."