It Is A Maxim In Our Law

I Mumble Hocus-pocus And The Next Thing You Know, I’m A Cat. (ravyn) I Suppose It’s A Step Up. The Last Guy I Had In My House Could Only Turn Into A Beer-drinking Pig. (susan)

What Do I Do? (jeff) Well, Not To Insult A Man Who Looks Like A Rocket Scientist In Comparison To You, But…run, Forrest, Run. (rafael)

Relax, The Bad Guys Don’t Knock. (romeo)

Ooo, Let’s See, I Need To Get My Spicy Barbecue Sauce. Definitely Some Oven Mitts, ‘cause He’s Gonna Be Hot From Being Flame-broiled. I Need To Get A Couple Of Them Apple Trees To Make Wood Chips So The Meat Be Nice And Appley Tasting. Give It That Extra Yumminess, ‘cause I Don’t Like That Daimon Flavor. Ack! (simi)

Excuse Me, But I’ve Been To Some Of The Toughest Zones In The Galaxy To Get My Targets. And I Have Never Once Gone After A Target And Failed. Ever. (shahara) Yeah, But You’ve Never Been Chased Before. It’s A Lot Harder To Be The Prey Than It Is To Be The Predator. (syn)