Take your time, there's no Rush...
You were born in a car. Now go fetch your sister, Hospitaldaughter. It's time for tablemeal.
Tennish
They decompose
They're both dying at an alarming rate.
The pilot was a loaf of bread
Because the pilot was a loaf of bread! Now he's toast
Three. 1 to screw it in and 2 to talk about how much better Neil Peart could've done it
I'll get you next slime!