Wednesday 24 October 2007

Doctor Bunnigus: I'm safe from bullets now that I have got my armor on. And it'll keep me nice and warm in case the hull is gone.

Doctor Bunnigus: I have a pistol loaded here, and I am not afraid to use it, nor will I stop before I throw this here grenade.

Doctor Bunnigus: Ugh. . . All those rhymes in my dreams. They haunt me almost as much as the visions of uncontained Xinchub.

Doctor Bunnigus:

There once was a king made of fat

who died on the throne where he sat.

He tried to come back

but could not for the lack

of a place where he might wear a hat.

Doctor Bunnigus: Okay, I feel better.