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Say hello to my little pants!
Say hello to my little pants!
They may take away our pants, but they'll never take our freedom!
Pants? We ain't got no pants! We don't need no pants! I don't have to show you any stinking pants!
I'm having too much fun with this. ^_^
The power of Chicken compels you.
Logic clearly dictates that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the Taco.
I do wish we could chat longer, but I'm having an old cluckatrice for dinner.
When I invite a woman to dinner I expect her to look at my cluckatrice. That's the price she has to pay.
A cluckatrice. Shaken, not stirred.
Hell? Where we're going we don't need Hell.
I do wish we could chat longer, but I'm having an old Hell for dinner.
Show me the Hell!
We'll always have Hell.
There is a Hell coming. Are you sure you're on the right side?
...BRING BACK THE RANDOM BATTLES!!Better to be king for a night than Griff for a lifetime.
I feel so hurt...I love the smell of House in the morning.
We are indeed drifting into the arena of the Rye.
;)They call me Mister Chrono!
They're here already! You're cats! You're cats!
May the Cats be with you.
My mama always said life was like a box of cats.
Come with cats if you want to live.
Oh, what sad times are these when passing ruffians can say 'Ivan' at will to old ladies.
Yams? Where we're going we don't need yams.
Remember, you're fighting for this woman's pants, which is probably more than she ever did.