Bobo the Clown studied literature at Harvard University.
He could only eat things he didn’t want.
Dr. Fancy Pants wasn’t a very scary villain.
“Just because you’re king of the universe—”
He wanted to care for her, but didn’t.
“You will be remembered,” said the forgotten one.
“It doesn’t matter who wins,” said the loser.
“Insignificance stinks,” said someone whose name I forgot.
He fell head over heals into her trap.
The weight of his bad decisions crushed her.
The angry chihuahua barked at the giant spaceship.
She nobly died for a fool who didn’t.
Her only regret was that he loved her.
Mr. Fancy Pants fought against the fashion police.
He struggled to love her as she self-destructed.
From one tyrant to another, just crush them.
From one guy to another, love her well.
From one alien to another, humans taste good.
From one idiot to another, that looks stupid.
She coughed her lungs out onto the floor.