A retail store.
Goes to a retail store to find another one.
To a retail store.
The retail store!
THE RETAIL STORE!
The retail store
The Retail store
The retail store.
To the retail store!
Mechanical engineers build weapons. Civil engineers build targets.
Of course, I'm shuriken.
They couldn't compete with the circus in Washington DC any longer.
Tennis shoes (Also: can anyone think of a more succinct buildup It seems kinda unwieldy to me)
HaRAMbe
Harambe
With scare spray.
Because Vlad is Putin everyone in their place.
This is the end.
At the butcher shop, where they sell kid-knees.
Nothing. We're on reddit
Paraffin and matches.
Scratch Paper!
Because a girl on the ground said "I have a boyfriend" later that day the nuke fell into depression
Because they fall through his hands.