oh, my back. oh, i need a back rub!
oh for the love of,... fine i’ll go get some massage oil.
it’s times like these that i wish i was a tyrannosaurus rex.
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?
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.
i’m going to hide under the bed now. if anyone comes to the door, your name is ’sarah’