But it only covers science as we know it. You never know what weird discoery might happen tomorrow.
The Vulcan Science Academy has determined that weird discoeries are, well, weird.
You don’t need a Science Acadamy full of Pointy Ears to tell me disco is weird!
Hey!
V is coming! Then, you can use it again in words!
remember, the Visitors are our friends!
[geek]The exact quote is “Any decent brand of Scotch will do that.”[/geek] 
Aes thinks I’m “pretty cute for an older chick.”
[Jeremy Irons]He has NO idea.[/Jeremy Irons]
Not to the one that gets wiped out in the process.
See what I started? Good.
Bwahaahaa. You are correct. V is coming. And we…I mean they have a new plan. They plan to get the humans so involved discussing the nature of existance that we…they… can just walk in and take over.
At least we know what “V” stands for:
Verbose.
Damn it, now I’m picturing Jeremy Irons drooling over the Rod of Savrille right after it’s handed to him by Bruce Payne (wearing blue lipstick).
Get out of my head! Out, foul movie!
Do y…they have spell checkers?
The Beastmaster guy is a fairy, but Michael Ironside will kick your ass.
Thank you, Viva.
Do you explain everyone’s jokes?
I started it by bringing up transporters. 
And I still think it wouldn’t matter. The “meaning of life”, if there is such a thing, is to propogate the species. If my clone lives on, then my genes will too. Plus, as I said, if you think you’re you, everyone else thinks you’re you, and all the diagnostic tests that people can come up with say that you’re you then you’re you.
I like Yoohoo.
My clones exists for transplants so that I may smoke Sobraine Black Russians and drink Chevas.
Oh, and slave labor so that I may afford the above.
Tobacco is Satan’s plant.
Yes. But w… they use them to make sure that there is at least one mispellling per message. That way, the humans have one more petty thing over which to obsess. Which only works in our favor you foolish earthlings!
Or have I said too much?
Damn straight.
And speaking of which, Linus, did you bring enough for everyone?
And before anyone asks, overblown prose is also just another tool…yadda, yadda, yadda.
Enough what? Tobacco? Wacky Tabacky? Foolish earthlings? Clones? Whatever the heck I’m taking?
If it’s the last, it’s easy. Just don’t get enough sleep for a few days while working a night shift and you’ll get nice and punchy too.
Punch?!
Where’s Judy?
Yes. I also proofread them. And I have been known to whip out a pen in public places and correct signs in stores, if possible.
I bad.
I like muffaletta.
Uh, oh. The teacher red pen of death! Run!
But the important question is:
Do you Yahoo?
(I do)