He Struggled To Breathe Through The Agony

Look, I Don’t Care What The Ooga-boogas Do. It Sounds Like They Need A Family Counselor, Not A Sniper. (steele) They’re Not Ooga-boogas, They’re Uhbukistanis. (syd) Whatever. My Personal Belief Is That We Should Leave Ooga-booga Land To The Oomp-loompas. Let Them Fight It Out With The Snozzwangers, Wangdoogles, And The Mean Vermicious Knids. I’d Rather Go Peal Carrots With A Spoon. (steele)

You Were Right. My Whole Crew. Gone. Arrested. Perfect. Shoot Me Now And Save Me The Expense Of A Bullet Later. (tory)

I So Love The Smell Of Hatred And Revenge. It’s The Headiest Of Concoctions. (noir) I Personally Feel That Way Toward Blood. No Better Smell In The Universe Than When It’s Combined With The Aroma Of Those Fearing Death. (jericho)

So I Conjured One Of The Brokers And Promised Him My Soul If He’d Protect Her. (zephyra) You Can’t Do That. Only A Demon Can. (stryker) You’re Such A Brainiac, Baby. And To Think, I Thought I Married You For Those Amazing Abs. Who Knew All That Brainpower Was Buried Under Those Bulging Biceps? (zephyra)

If I Said I Wouldn’t Toss Him Out Of My Bed For Eating Crackers, Would You Leave Me Alone? (grace) Maybe. What Else Wouldn’t You Toss Him Out Of Bed For? (selena) Eating Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts? (grace)