Mr. Smith yelled at the doctor, What have you done to my boy? He's not flesh and blood, he's aluminum alloy!" The doctor said gently, What I'm going to say will sound pretty wild. But you're not the father of this strange looking child. You see, there still is some question about the child's gender, but we think that its father is a microwave blender.

Voodoo Girl Her skin is white cloth, and she's all sewn apart and she has many colored pins sticking out of her heart. She has many different zombies who are deeply in her trance. She even has a zombie who was originally from France. But she knows she has a curse on her, a curse she cannot win. For if someone gets too close to her, the pins stick farther in.

There's something quite exciting when you have a history with somebody and you see them do new and different things.

Anybody who knows me knows I would never read a comic book. And I certainly would never read anything written by Kevin Smith.

I never really got nightmares from movies. In fact, I recall my father saying when I was three years old that I would be scared, but I never was.

I did some sports. It was a bit frustrating. I wasn't the greatest sports person.

We all know interspecies romance is weird.