They expelled him from the Order for chaos.
His language couldn’t express it in eight words
The man sold his sole to the demon.
The alien/robot fight became a humanitarian crisis.
The robots took over the World (Tiki Bar).
She drove the dagger home, kissed him goodnight.
He wept very maturely for his lost popularity.
His research won an ignoble prize in stalking.
He threw down. She threw up (on him).
The archeologist stood in awe of the spork.
“Yogurt and pineapples. Didn’t wanna see those twice.”
“Pineapple time!” He yelled and danced with fruit.
He could not save the king from himself.
The zombie dog was loyal long after death.
The Mathematician did not understand other men either.
“The zombie doesn’t love you. I am certain.”
His poetry was as meaningful as cold plums.
The screen froze along with all her hopes.
The game character longed to die once more.
Count Cruller Bon Donuticca inspired many pastry myths.