The cardboard hallway led toward adventure (and sandwiches).
“Well… to me… sconces and scones taste different.”
The alien infected the computer with endless information.
The computer virus fought the aliens for control.
The alien virus took over the welcome party.
The robot’s touch was electrifying. Hospital stay wasn’t.
He thought he existed, but he was wrong.
“Hi, we’re Bob.” “Moooooooommmmm! Dad’s freakin’ me out!”
The galactic ambassadors brought invasive species with them.
Often there’s an I between me and success.
Often there’s a You between love and war.
Often there’s a “u” between America and Britain.
“Can you name the wind?” “How about ‘Fred’?”
War took him. Peace didn’t bring him back.
Her words cut the skeleton to the bone.
“Leggo my Ego” was a less popular campaign.
The dish. The spoon. A torrid love affair.
“Agree with me or die!” “No thank you.”
The demagogue wouldn’t be bad if I agreed.
The alien left Plato’s favorite cave to explore.