And that is why, out in space, way, way out in space, there will one day appear a new constellation. And one thing for sure; no one will ever be bored there.
godzilla hate phone solicitors calling at dinner time.
i swear to god, if this is another motherfucking solicitor, it will take untold destruction to sate my hellish wrath.
ring ring
the world pays the ultimate price.
i told mci. i told all of them. but no one listens. and now they're all dead. let this be a lesson to you, the reader. do not tempt godzilla's unholy powers.
Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces.
hmm, i see.
It is not God who kills the children. Not Fate that butchers them or Destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. It's only us. Does that answer your questions, doctor?
my bologna has a first name, it's P-E-N-I-S, doo dee dah...
finally, it's kicking in.
i'm sorry, did you say something? i was eating your fear.
now it's on, you clinking clanking clattering collection of cacophonous junk.
indeed?
yep. i will singlehandedly put your reign of mechanical terror to a stop.
i seriously doubt it, meatbag. your puny flesh will melt like the lard it is, when i turn my 350,000 volt helium laser on that clammy revolting pigslop you call a body.
this hurts a great deal more than i might have expected.
Oh my stars, I seem to have turned into a monstrous vermin, although it may merely be my imagination. This will surely affect my job, as well as my home life.
You're fired, stinkbug.
An unspecified amount of days later...
I am so lonely. Perhaps I can use my new bug-powers to seduce my mildly sympathetic sister into sitting with me and allowing me to secrete on her.
Back way the hell off, freak, before I put a broomhandle through your exoskeleton.
Until finally...
Well, my father has beaten me with apples, I have been disgraced by my entire family and the cleaning woman, and I am slowly losing the capacity to understand human thought. What could go wrong now?
Yeah, hi, I'm the boarder, and I was just wondering if maybe you could scuttle your filthy roach carcass off under a train somewhere so I could bang your sweet-assed sister. Thanks.
So Fred yells out, "Step on it! We've got a plane to catch!", and I...what's the matter?
I think you should turn around for a sec.
What the hell are you talking about? Is there...
What the fuck do you think you're doing? And why do you smell like cough syrup?
I brought you a bag of my teeth. I can still feel your breasts when I clench my fists. My mother wants to meet you. Please let me kill a movie star to impress you. LOVE ME!
people keep saying i look like a rabbit. joe, you see this fleshy rod prominently positioned on the top of my head?
sure i do. the phallic thing. the big, pulsating manstick.
yeah, that's it. does it look like a pair of rabbit ears to you?
well, not really, no...but now that you mention it, what sort of animal are you, sam? because maybe if a rabbit cut off one of his ears and injected the other with silicone...