The spaceport was on lockdown when he left.
The time distortion caused awkward questions about paternity.
The alien probe retracted. The alien smiled. “Coffee?”
The articulated robot disapproved of the animated sprite.
The Frenchman staggered back and spat. “Stupid Robot.”
Roboticous disconnected its hand and smacked the Frenchman.
“Yes Ma’am, my robotics homework ate my dog.”
The Kraken lives in a bathtub in Chelsea.
He floated toward her. She’d already flown away.
The empath read his thoughts and wept quietly.
He pulled out his Ferbie. The aliens ran.
He pulled out his nuclear warhead. They smiled.
He pulled out his Bazooka. The aliens laughed.
He pulled out his Beretta. The aliens laughed.
The cowboy bowed to the alien, “Howdy, Pard’ner.”
The robot killed its master and wept bitterly.
It made the Kessel run in 120 parsecs.
He brokered a trade: spam for intergalactic travel.
“Braaains,” he said though he couldn’t remember why.
The dog happily returned with the zombie’s forearm