Oh, we are but soft and squishy bags of mortality rolling in a bin of sharp circumstance, leaking life until we collapse, flaccid, into our own despair.

I fink I gots deaf on me willie.

He has the attention span of a hummingbird.

Do we still have to floss?" Tommy asked. "I mean, what's the point of being immortal if we have to floss?

Sometimes this high-tech world calls for low-tech solutions.

Science, you don't know, looks like magic.

Yo, yo, yo, check it out," said PJ, with enough hand gestures that any deaf person watching would have thought he had ASL Tourette's syndrome