Five six seven eight!
None because feminist can't change anything.
A hundred but they'll all be competing to be the one to change the bulb and bring light to the world.
Only one but he has to have a nurse to tell him which end to screw in.
None it is done by the automatic pilot.
Ten. Aye, aye, arr, and the seven seas.
Nothing! This is real life.
Could they not hire taller dancers
In vitro, in Prancer, in Dancer, in Vixen.
