The prospect of change is a many-fanged beast, my dear.
Even a mentally challenged shark would figure out that sea turtles did not wear boxer shorts printed in flying piggies, and no sea turtle would be yattering streams of obscenities between chain-smoker gasps of breath.
Oh, I get it," I said. "It's a parable. Cute. Let's go eat.
He was a writer and words were his weapons.
Not unlike the toaster, I control darkness.
Well they're pissed off and they're hungry. I was kind of busy trying not to get my brains eaten. They seemed pretty adamant about the brain-eating thing. Then they're going to IKEA, I guess