Even the goldfish knew he was a duplicate.
The fireflies’ mutiny was unforeseen and lightning fast.
Chester A. Arthur battled zombies to the end.
“One zombie. Two zombie. Three- Ouch, no biting!”
At the robot’s annual singles mixer, sparks flew.
Missing Remotes? Change? Couch’s revenge for your farts…
The vengeful couch swallowed him with the remote.
The chicken smiled and said, “You’re not crazy.”
He awoke in a land of slumbering zombies.
She took the wrong pill… A second time.
He devoured her soul seasoned with mundane minutiae.
Vesper Johnson, exterminator to the stars …and planets.
Peace reigned over the galaxy with iron fists.
The old man smiled. “Bobby, I’m an alien.”
Thraxon, the galactic destroyer, sniffed the delicate flower.
“‘Galactic diplomacy’ just another name for ‘high school.’”
The alien smiled through razor sharp teeth, “Donut?”
He traveled through time, day by excruciating day.
Sam shot first, but the aliens shot last.
“Apparently the aliens learned about us from MTV.”