You planet.
You planet! (It won't turn out well though because it has no atmosphere.)
Watch your step!
Very large ones.
Because it wasn't ceiling.
My zipper.
Neither, it's diarrhea. Before you could think about it or even turn the lights on, you've already shat yourself.
Because he footman turned into a mouse.
An unidentified flying omelet!
To find Pluto.
Me: "Is there a live baby in it " Him: "No." Me: "Throw it away."
They throw a toaster down the stairs.
You plan-et.
They planet. (Plan-et)
The orbituaries.
They planet.
A "coup d'isaster".
