He planned for their betrayal, not their loyalty.
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
“…Every breath you take, I’ll be watching ewe.”
“If I could turn back tiiii-iiime, I’d—” “Stop?”
“I’m guilty!” “You couldn’t possibly be. You’re rich.”
She graded her husband’s paper with malicious glee.
The galactic court found them guilty of colonization.
His date thought him less goofy, more creepy.
The mouse wore red pants and fought copyright.
Commander Just-ish found loop holes more than villains.
Captain Hypocrite did what he said he would.
He couldn’t tolerate her fame just her fortune.
He became infamous for his lack of fame.
He waived his flag. She didn’t know semaphore.
He fell asleep in the meeting. Got promoted.
“You thought that was embarrassing? Get ready.” “Daaaaaaadd!!!!”
“I like big putts and I cannot—” “Daaaaaadd!!!”
“Gary, Gary banana-fanna-faux Larry!” “You’re totally normal, Bob.”
Her bridge over his troubled waters collapsed midstream.
Gary found mucho berry. Without Kindergarten, wasn’t share-y.
The star threw up iron and exploded mercury.