A bus-load of babies on fire.
Arrr son!
A: A hundred but they'll all be competing to be the one to change the bulb and bring light to the world.
Chard remains.
Fired and blacklisted from the genetics industry.
When you twist the doorknob it doesn't scream.
She screamed and screamed until her hands turned blue.
On the phone. It's a baby. If I wanted to hear random noises when I talk, I have a husband for that.
De-calfinated!
