Quick! Destroy the brain or remove the head!
You really need to enunciate more.
Hey, Fairy Tales were meant to be dark.
Its tiem foar a rescyoo mishun!
Suddenly realizing that he doesn't really CARE if she loves him or loves him not, Arvin eats the flower, and later throws up on the new bedspread.
Well, flowr? Wats da verdict?
I fownd owt wher teh smell is comming frum. Yu gots any katchup?
Om nom nom.
No, I did NOT eat #39. Why do you ask?
Wat? Sumfin wrong?