oh, my back. oh, i need a back rub! ooooooooooooooh! oh for the love of,... fine i’ll go get some massage oil. | yay! it’s times like these that i wish i was a tyrannosaurus rex. what? why? | tiny vestigal arms. can’t give back rubs. plus the whole, biting me in half if i give you any lip. i wish, i wish i was a tyrannosaurus rex. |
do you think my appearance could benefit from cosmetic surgery? | that depends. do you mean that you’d have your thighs done? | or that everyone else would have their eyelids sewn shut? |
i was thinking of doing a tafe course in hairdressing but check this out. snake charming! | well for you they’re one and the same aren’t they? | and then she turned him to stone. |
do you believe in angels? | no, i really don’t. then the kitchen is on fire. | my steak!! it’s ruined!! i believe in angels. |
big things are coming for you, eh? wha? why? | chinese new year. year of the cock! | shh, listen closely. that’s the sound of no-one laughing. |
have you ever eaten goat? with or without horns? | what’s eating you? |
you look flustered, you haven’t actually been running have you? quickly, close the blinds! i hear footsteps, do you hear footsteps? | they switched your decaf at work again huh? it was awful, i was out the back but i could distinctly hear the guy ask for a ’phased plasma rifle in the 40 watt range’ so i hightailed it out of there. | idiot. i’m going to hide under the bed now. if anyone comes to the door, your name is ’sarah’ |