Yes eye yam. And I spy da ho' who stole my last potato. Au, gratin luck that your starchenemy should happen upomme you, eh? Irish revenge!
This isn't your potato; it's a baby.
Listen, spud, to coin a fries, that's a latke bull. You'd better quayle in the face of my wrath. I'm going to mash your nose, chip your teeth, and tater your clothes.
Please, I don't care what you do. Shove the potato up my ass if you like. Just quit with the puns!!!
Yoda about Anakin worried be. He years of teen entering, dark side slippage likely Obi Wan.
Relax, I've got it all under control. It's a well-disciplined training program. Nothing will go wrong.
Okay, you're pretty good with the light saber, but what if you and your worst enemy are alone in an empty room? What then?
That's easy. I use the Force to pull nails out of the walls and plunge them into my rival, pinning him to whatever's available, and then I vaporize his clothes. Like this.
HEY! YOU LET ME DOWN RIGHT THIS INSTANT!
Sorry, gotta run off to Andromeda for a moment. Catch you later!
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On my migratory routes, I dread the taste of Raritan swampwater, and long for the cool, clean St. Lawrence. Maybe New Jersey and Quebec aren't fully representative of their nations, but Canada rocks.
I read about that poor English goat that got screwed and said, why couldn't it be me? Then the SPCA might find me a nice home in Canada where the littered tin cans taste better.
My life changed when I crossed the Pacific on a Chinese freighter. Vancouver shit is like none in the old country!
I was penned up in Brisbane till they transferred me to the Toronto Zoo. Let me tell you, that soil there tasted so good, I ate a tunnel out to freedom, and am now freely rampaging over lower Ontario.
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You've gotta help me, DexX. I was filming the Civil War reenactment, and they shot the president, but my film shows there was a second gunman. Look at the videotape.
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I wanted to, but my parents said it was past my bedtime.
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Hector? No. Marie? No. Schmendrick? Too ethnic. We've been all the way through the desert and I still can't think of a good name for our horse.
Never mind that, we've reached the location of the Crown Jewels. Of course we'd have been here months before had shit-for-brains not had the world's worst French accent.
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Did I ever tell you I don't really care for the taste of custard?
Shut up and keep digging. The treasure of a master thespian lies just a few parsecs below.
Why are we hunting and seeking the loot in this lemon-tinted saffron yellow pudding? I said it's in ze de-zert!
Don't look at me. I didn't tell you he didn't spell 'desert' with 2 esses. To make it easier, we should all talk French from now on.