And then somebody threw a rock and we got a band called: Glass on the Flow.
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Per my search engine AI there are at least two bands called Windows or the Windows. I’m not familiar with either.
Congratulations!
I see no harm in it.
And Good Night.
You’d get a horn that only plays flats and sharps.
Izat so?
toot?
You have a personality?
Oi. That just sounds bad.
Save time. Wash yourself and your clothing at the same time!
Burned down the memorial wall.
Pretty sure you’re dancing on Fish-Malkovich, because there are no obnoxious manatees.
Let me be the first to congratulate you on your delirious win.
*Begins to play loudly on the piccolo trombone. Mushroom clouds blossom in the background.*
At any rate, it’s debatable whether Pulg’s kitchen sink could be unclogged with anything less than a nuclear blast,
I have a strange desire to create an alias named Quid Note.
*Hands a gold colored statuette to Fish-Malkovich.* “Your prize for winning the thread. You can go home now.”
Which also happens to be the title of one of Compte de Malodor’s special magazines.
Or maybe, The Fiddling Beaver.
Begins to play a piccolo trombone.
Chili today, hot tamale.
With the katana, you slice the banana.
Eh, wazzock doc?
Price of eggs is way too high to be planting them. (It’s safe to assume you won’t grow a chicken.)
Zucchini, not just a way of life, an adventure!
Atlantico with a slice of turnip.
Absolutely. Astounding. 
Thousands and thousands of tiny smurflings.
The similarity is astounding.
And the answer might just be: Fish-Malkovich.
I feel that you’re mostly a “What’s for lunch” kind of guy.
A Valentines present, no doubt.
Silver moonbeams. You should be happy.
Not when, now!
The future is now!
All right, then for you. Trapezoidal Rutabagas.
Cubicle taters. Mmm. I think we may be on the way to a delicious breakfast.
And a donkey on the other…
It’s my damage reduction. You can’t have it. Arrrgh!
Howza bout some doubloons?
Loons. You hear the call of the loons.
More loon than panta, I’d say.
Zap// Kazot! Buzz/crackle.
Yes, the loofah waffle is here to de-foot you.
Nine twenties beats twelve fives most days. Of course, twin nineties are best, if you are knocking Stukas out of the sky.
Can I say twin nineties? Why yes, yes I can.
*Nibbles on Pulg’s Mind.*
*Gives Pulg a goldbrick and a stick.* “You know what to do.”
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