Is the baby, like, really evil, or are you just, y'know, like, having a freak out? Because, like, sometimes things look all evil but then they're not once you give it time. Like this one time Mrs. Butterworth looked all like she was going to narc on me, and then I rubbed my eyes and she was back to sexy.
What was the question?
I have chickens! That is a kind of super power if you think about it.
Dude, it like, totally is. Chickens, like, make other chickens. Or do they make eggs? Wait, wait, check it out, man--how do you get eggs without chickens, but you need eggs to get chickens to start with?
But if you, like, replace him with a pinecone, man, is he, like, still the same guy? And what if, like, you only replace part of someone with a pinecone? How many pinecones till they're no longer, like, who they were? And then, like, the pinecones themselves are always being replaced by atoms and stuff...
Think about it.
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Whoa. You have a hot dog mobile? And, like, you crashed it into a bus? Harsh, man, harsh...
Anybody else totally into a hot dog right now? Can you spot me, man? Way karma...
Whoa. Dude. You might want to, like, get that checked out or something, man. I'm pretty sure that, like, pupils aren't supposed to be all, like, different sizes. I'd call the hospital, man, but I can't, like, find my phone. What were we talking about? I'm like, at the top of a new page.
Aren't we all, like, at the top of a new page all the time, man?
Think about it.
And get those pupils looked at. It's bugging me out, man.