Tapestries
Description: Jason found this fluffy unicorn and it's so gosh darn fluffy he just wants to literally DIE. But he can't. He can never die. Thanks, Mom!
Jason Loves It So Much He Wants To Die (But He Can't, He Can Never Die) Tapestry
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Description: Sho'nuff: Am I the meanest? Sho'nuff 's Goons: Sho'nuff! Sho'nuff: Am I the prettiest? Sho'nuff 's Goons: Sho'nuff! Sho'nuff: Am I the baddest mofo low down around this town? Sho'nuff 's Goons: Sho'nuff! Sho'nuff: Well who am I? Sho'nuff 's Goons: Sho'nuff! Sho'nuff: Who am I? Sho'nuff 's Goons: Sho'nuff! Sho'nuff: I can't hear you... Sho'nuff 's Goons: Sho'nuff!
Description: Hey, I hope you folks like Cajun food, 'cause today we're making Elzar's down-home Neptune-style gumbo. Now, step one. You wanna boil some oysters in a pot of down-home Neptune-style gumbo. Of course, every now and then you'll wanna knock it up a notch with a blast from your spice weasel. ---Oh, yeah! Bam it again, Elzar! Knock it up another notch! Come on, you wimp! Work that weasel! Quit holding out on us.--- If you promise to stop interrupting, alright. Against my will, I'm gonna knock it up another notch.
Description: Farnsworth: Perhaps we could explode the whole damned nebula. What do you think, Curly Joe? Curly Joe: No, man. An explosion big enough to destroy that mama would take out half the universe. Sweet Clyde: You gotta Globetrotter that explosion up a little, Farnsy. Make it an implosion. Farnsworth: By God, Sweet Clyde is right. An implosion might just form a black hole that would stop more Chronitons from escaping. Tate: Whoa. Slow that brain train down, Prof. We'd need some kind of doomsday device to initiate an implosion like that. Farnsworth: Doomsday device? Ah! Now the ball's in Farnsworth's court! [He presses a button and a plethora of machines rises out of the floor.] I suppose I could part with one and still be feared.
