mmm..unconscious nonsense...that hits the spot. Its like coffee for the soul!

I hear the sound of a thousand tiny Unicorns, lightly clapping in support. Sounds like coconuts. Tiny coconuts.

Stop touching the plug, Cowbee. I fear this is above your pay grade.

Damn it, Susan! Can't you just be satisfied by hunting mice, like normal people?

Florals, indeed! The shirts I always wear when I'm ready to attract some bees.

"Methinks a cheddar we doth encounter."
"For us?"
"Surely for us. Surely"