The dinosaur shook his head at the human.
“Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Killer Robot!”
The robot was angry within a micron’s precision.
The dog went and fetched the nuclear codes.
The aliens smiled. “Friends!” (Their word for “dinner.”)
“I named him Jimmy.” “The velociraptor?” “Jimmy Velociraptor.”
The Tyrannosaurus rancher didn’t survive the first season.
The tiger roared at the Tyrannosaurus, then ran.
“Reentering from orbit isn’t easy for a butterfly.”
The aliens abducted ne’er-do-well examples of the species.
The spaceship landed in New Jersey only once.
The plants covered and smothered the forgetful gardener.
The alien ate the Earth with his feelings.
“Alien rage holds no candle to their deviousness.”
The transportation authority’s office for teleportation mishaps swelled.
The disintegration ray somehow worked on his marriage.
The Wild West show featured aliens for “spice”.
“Dance!” the alien yelled and clapped his tentacles.
The robot went crazy, baking thirty-seven different pies.
What if the aliens gave us their “spam”?