I am the most tasty hamburger you will ever bite into and I come in soy! If I am a very good hamburger for a small price you can marry me! From there I am a limited husband.

I am glad you are all done with educated old white guys sounding super smart. I know there is more to life.

Beaurocrats are notoriously lazy!

Shrug this off.

Welcome back, welcome, welcome, you are here to feast upon this, you who are wise know, to come hither, to THIS IS FICTIONS!!!!

Dangerous times bring out heros!

While on the road I was stopped by a team of weirdos, and they kept winking and expecting love, but the weirdos got nothing, because I was a dweeb and had superpowers.

Not only do they lack context, they lack meaning, and clothing.

I am a fan of SUPER DUPER HAMBURGERS, now call me a corperate evil genius and give me your French Fries Now!

I'm down with Jesus, go on take away my sins, I'm late for work, do I need to confess, I'm going to be perfect, lay your hands on me, break those chains, thank you, now I got a nine to five.

We are now experiencing the greatest moment in history, a moment you have all been waiting for, the Emperor and Darth Vader are leaving!

Another crazed American lunatic breaking down fences and declaring freedom at last, then leaping for no reason, followed by barfing cheese.

She might be lacking, but hair is golden and her teeth shine from golden cheese.

The most idiotic hamas human's were fascinating, SO I TOOK THEIR HEADS OFF, they were stolen by canibals of the cabal and then took by half crazed bandits, then by a mob of bankers, as you can see it got real bonkers.

I was tossed into a pot of eye ball soup and stirred by ten witches good, for love was upon their hearts, they spun me then with yarn, with needles across my skin into a velvet sweater, they jumped about and shouted with glee, as they cut me to pieces in which to grow, and marry everyone!

Imagine yourself unhappy again!

Come to me for the real deal!

Don't leave me!

Sinister in the spot light tunnel, loveless in a state of crazed dystopian madness, floating on balls of air, seeking for things not there, weeping fake tears near secular buildings. A non existence filling like cream cheese, in a magic box constantly spinning, deep underground with eyes twisted.