“Spooky action at a distance explains my divorce.”
He dropped the sword, picked up the child.
The robot killed its master and wept bitterly.
He served at her pleasure and her pain.
She couldn’t trust him to do the dishes.
It made the Kessel run in 120 parsecs.
She could not believe her ears. They lie.
He brokered a trade: spam for intergalactic travel.
Hairnets fell into the soup. He kept stirring.
“Braaains,” he said though he couldn’t remember why.
The dog happily returned with the zombie’s forearm
“You’re making me question everything!”
“Oh. Am I?”
He wrote books he hoped she’d never read.
Justice is blind to everything but money.
“The scales of justice won’t hold you either.”
The diode thought the transistor was a flip-flopper.
He put can’t-a-loupe all over her honey-do list.
In that moment, justice wavered like Schrödinger’s cat.
Sam fought aliens to free the aliens’ homeland.
The forgery was verified, making her truth false.