Octopus: you’re really like the drunken idiot at the bar who keeps going on and on, interminably, about how “it’s physically impossible for a bee to fly,” as bees keep flying right past your face:
Octopus: you’re really like the drunken idiot at the bar who keeps going on and on, interminably, about how “it’s physically impossible for a bee to fly,” as bees keep flying right past your face: