SNAKE BITES MAN, MAN BITES SNAKE, VILLAGERS EAT SNAKE
Fangs for nothin’.
Fangs for nothin’.
Curses, airfoiled again.
Musta left it back in the workshop.
Don’t go there.
Does this taste cocoony to you?
For the birds.
Send in the clowns. No, seriously, send them in.
It was a drug den.
Ask not for whom the booth tolls.