We don't write papers, we build scrapbooks
We don't write papers, we build scrapbooks
“Bring out your dead … Bring out your dead …”
“I’m not dead yet.”
“Oh, yes you are.”
“I’m feeling better.”
“But it’s a killer rabbit … with, with the teeth”
“We need the Holy Hand grenade.”
“Yes, the Holy Hand grenade. Pull the pin and count to three. The number to count is three, and three is the number to count. Not two, not four, but three …”
“Five is right out!”
“Don’t be silly, it’s only a flesh wound.”
“I just cut both of your arms off!”
“Have at you! I’ll bite off your knee caps!”
“We are the knights who say knee!”
“Bring us a shrubbery!”
“Your father smells of elderberries! Now go away...
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