Diner: Yes it's blown my steak off the plate three times.
Now you're just some bubbles that I used to blow.
It gets blown to
Behind the plate.
Anything that is on your plate!
You mootilate it.
Raw, Raw, Raw Raw Raw!
He was trying to dodge the draft.
A Corpseman. Painfully obvious, yet a terrible play on the English language, I know. It was something I came up with a few years ago, for some unknown reason.
A Cyborger
Parkinson's.