In space no one can hear you scream.
Little brown eel comes out of the cave... Swims into the hole... Comes out of the hole... Goes back into the cave again... It's not too good is it Chief?
My God, it's full of stars.
Here's looking at you, kid.
You take a standard-issue GI sock, cram it with as much Comp' B as it can hold, rig up a simple fuse, then coat the whole thing with axle grease. Now, when you throw it, it should stick. lt's a bomb that sticks. A sticky bomb. Come up with a better way to knock the tracks off a tank, I'm all ears.
I don't deduce, I observe.
Keep the change, you filthy animal.
Sometimes we must let go of our pride and do what is requested of us.
Disappointed? Why should I be disappointed? I got rose bushes, didn't I?
Everybody will be safer if I do a little preventive maintenance.
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