You were born in a car. Now go fetch your sister, Hospitaldaughter. It's time for tablemeal.
He gives it a valenshine!
The license number of the car that hit him.
The hip replacement guy. /dad
Dad: We used to keep useless information to ourselves.
Camembert!
Under-bear.
The Millenial Falcon.
Tennish.
Mitosis
Because fetch is not going to happen.
Carconogenic!