Existence is futile.
They always somehow just Klingon to it.
To boldly split infinitives!
At the He's Dead Gym.
3, Right Ear, Left Ear and The Final Front-Ear.
Space. The final frontier..........
One, but there are FOUR LIGHTS!
Reality *cries in the corner*
Lay awake, contemplating the existence of Dog.
Because they always klingon!
They produce a lot of endworfins.
Yellow. *Phil answers phone*
Yellow
A leperd
This place feels earie.
The business plan.
Because with them it always works out.
It gets dark.
You get kicked out of the petting zoo.
They are both going to miss every body.
Because they always miss their target!
