Paul: I was wondering if I could fuck you.
Rick: Man, I don’t do things like that.
Paul: That’s what makes it so nice. You don’t.
What that man needs is a good healthy boink-fest.
Well, we’re safe for now. Thank goodness we’re in a bowling alley.
Kill them ALL!
You can’t hide from the Grim Reaper! Especialy when he’s got a gun!
(cue sounds of a Thompson submachine gun, maniacal laughter and terrified moo-ing.)
Oh, George, not the livestock…
What do you mean, ‘casual’ sex? This is my best suit!
Regards,
Shodan
“There’s no glowing fingers on these bastards. We’ve got a bunch of extra-terrestrial psychopaths on our hands. Like a visit from a planet full of Charlie Mansons. They’ve wiped out a small town for starters, it’s my guess they’ll go on to something bigger next time. Uh, Christchurch… …Wellington…”
“Auckland???”
“Yeah, well that wouldn’t be so bad.”
Did they look like psychos? Is that what they looked like? They were vampires. Psychos do not explode when sunlight hits them, I don’t give a fuck how crazy they are.