I broke my trousers on a rock. I sprouted. Oopsies!
Partitioned corpuscle, you say? That'll be five billion buffalo, plus buffalo tax.
One, two, shut my shoe, three, four, shut my shoe, five, six, hit me, seven, eight, lay them straight. Nine, ten, hey there partner, how's the general emotional atmosphere out there?
I want you to die right now.
