All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV.
On second thoughts, let’s not go there.
I suggest you try it again, Luke.
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I want to know what happened to the plans they sent you.
Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid.