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Ma’am, you’ll have to speak up. War is really gearing up for tomorrow’s grand finale, and his machines are pretty loud.

Minilla plods off, leaving Monster Island by himself. Godzilla chokes back his atomic ray as he remembers the first time he laid eyes on him.

Hundreds of generations of humans have been sustained on some sort of bread, the same food that I shovel into my mouth with abandon at Olive Garden.

Light Blue - You were born on November 17, 1994. You are 24 years old. You are male. If you were not gay before, you are now. No one knows it yet.

Judging by how few followers he had, I probably knew him best.

It would really mean a lot if I could come in and see where she … ended up. Sorry, looks like I’m interrupting book club.

Workin' at the Car Wash Ride – Just a way we got free labor by asking parkgoers to buff all the scratches out of the Bad Bad Leroy Brown Bumper Car.

Discovering that he was born into a secret society who are defending the Earth and influencing world events may be difficult for your son to process.

“But what on earth are you doing?” cried the vexed Rapunzel. “Why, developing and toning my bipeds and quadrilaterals, of course.”

Grandpa would have appreciated that I identified the lighting near the casket as the best to showcase my stunning collection of floral maxi skirts.

The doors and windows are all open and the room is empty except for a puddle of water under the body. How can this be?

Okay, we’re a large part of literally every war, but so are doctors and no one blames them.