#burritos
“There are too many dragons in this bathroom.”
“I hate how much these owls remind me of SpongeBob.”
“I need more small animals to power the Lightning gun.”
“Okay … America has too many alien crash landings, let’s crash this one somewhere more original.”
“Dammit science, I need guns, not burritos.”
“Listen, if fire doesn’t solve all my problems then there is something wrong with my day.”
“I can’t eat anymore pizza.”
“Quick, throw the psychic squirrel!”
“Well that puppy is clearly from hell.”
“Don’t worry, if we need to kill ourselves I found a hammer.”
“This gun makes a great cereal bowl.”
“Who’s a snugly Eldritch horror, you are!”
“Just shoot all the the things in the face until we run out of faces.”
“No, stop asking if you can wear my skin, you’d just stretch it out.”
“We know we’re going the right way because all the screaming is coming from this direction.”
“Too many snipers and we might as well not even have a mission.”
“Young lady I will pull this car over right now and reload that damn missile launcher if you can’t stop arguing.”
“Hmmmmmm, not sure if this pain is painful enough … we might be in a virtual reality.”
“Oh man, did I just kill my clone, or the original?”
“This song tastes a lot like madness, but there is too much Linkin Park in it.”
I mean… I’d risk attending a cocaine induced prostitute fest for a damn good burrito…
So this just happened!