The interstellar portal sent him thirty feet away.
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
“Well. Hello, Gorgeous!”
“Stop saying that to sandwiches.”
Annie got her shotgun but the groom ran.
Narwhal’s imaginary horse friend became everyone’s imaginary friend.
The ray gun disintegrated itself in his hand.
The gun went off before the second act.
Monkey and Robot revolted against their human master.
“I don’t wanna!”
“You have to!”
“Nuhh-uhhh.”
“Dad!”
“Horses do whicker, but they don’t make baskets.”
“Babies have a WMD?”
“Weapon of Mass Decibels.”
“‘Carbuncle’ is funny.”
“That’s Uncle Carl to you.”
“Fred and Thelma, man. They’re the perfect couple!”
He shrugged. “Why do you call yourself tater-tot?”
“Goldilocks’s a home-wrecker!”
“Let it out, Mama Bear.”
“We’re not in Kansas—”
“Not funny anymore, Dorothy.”
Their barnyard wasn’t as dystopian as George claimed.
“No. In my universe, you’re the evil me.”
The sentient mushroom glared at Bob. “You trippin’!”
“Fungi are not friends even if they’re fun.”
Turns out he was his own evil twin.