Faster than lightspeed travel and they are fighting with shotguns and revolvers.
I know I’ve only known you for five minutes, and you are covered in giant AIDs boils and St. Bernard slobber, but I love you.
He just blocked a bullet with his monster finger, like a Bugs Bunny cartoon.
And that’s why you don’t leave the Mona Lisa on the floor of your space freighter.
It’s okay if you get raped in your sleep by the birthday party monster. You can just burn the warts off.
