The Secret Service would reciprocate with faux bullet holes of their own on your chest. Did I say faux? I meant four.

Oh don’t worry, I don’t want to dye.

That 911 really mauves me.

Glad to see they aren’t over-hyping it. /

He can’t even see his own toes.

According to my map, it looks iffy down there. My biggest fear is driving off the edge.

Hey look! I found David’s neighbor!

But...you gotta keep up with the Joneses. THE JONESES!!

Shooting it down? THAT would render an area uninhabitable, unquestionably.

Nuclear ramjet.

No. You’re weird for entirely different reasons.

Sorry!*

Are you German, by chance?

Coca-Cola, you’re really good at being too sweet and tasting slightly like blood.

I hope you’re housebroken.

I never thought I’d say this but he should stick to rust bucket Jeeps, you know for safety.

Copper wiring? How plebeian. I expect gold wiring and nothing less.

I can’t tell, is that liquid-hot magma or frickin’ laser beams?

It can’t be any harder than health care, which was easy. Too easy. Who knew health care could be so easy.

I want that print.