These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are. Maybe I love you so much I love you no matter who you are pretending to be. You are the last hope of the universe.
They’re like sex, except I’m having them! Oh, how awful. Did he at least die painlessly? …To shreds, you say. Well, how is his wife holding up? …To shreds, you say. Hello Morbo, how’s the family?
