Then I strip the pants away from each leg, like peeling a banana. That's it, the perfect metaphor: peeling a banana.
It's like a cockroach working up a plan to defeat the shoe on its way down to crush it.
What were they thinking? 'It's an alien apocalypse! Quick, grab the beer!
In case you're an alien and you're reading this: BITE ME.
Good God, man, what is that smell?" He eyed with disgust the doctor's filthy cloak. "Life," answered the doctor.
To hell with monsters and to hell with men. There is no difference to me.