"It's a male plane!"
"Airplane!"
"We don't speak of it."
It was horrific. Guts and string and wood everywhere.
"I tried to hire a cellist but he exploded like those drummers in Spinal Tap."
He could feel his soul slowly leaving his body. Being near the trumpeter was so draining.
Rockin out.
The backdrops were hypnotizing.
"I don't actually drink diesel, ok. It's just a shirt, not a lifestyle. Anymore."
"Have you ever tried juggling a saw blade? Let me tell you a story."
"My tattoos are a melted clock, melted Pikachu, melted apple, melted banana, melted..."
"What do you mean? I'm working on my edges."
"Is that how you normally stand?"
"Do nice people need to remind others of how nice they are?"
