He stole it from Ka D'Argo.

"Please, Michael. Kill me."

Now that he's retired, you could take up the superhero mantle of The Visual Eye ("Rocket from the sockets!").

Captain Tight Pants?! HOOray!

We're all going to have to incorporate ourselves to be treated as people.

♫♪ "If a Saudi is wasted,
God Allah gets quite irate." ♫♪

Books?! Ha! Trump & the Gang are going to create tens of thousands of jobs under the new Federal Bureau of Firemen.

It has to be a gimmick account. It has already demonstrated it knows more words than the real Trump.

Trump: {eating a taco bowl} "Why not both?"

Surprisingly, he smells like fresh waffles and real maple syrup. Or he did before he took out the restraining order, not sure what he smells like now.

I fondly remember her puppet from a Spitting Image awards show.

…An assembly line of sinister.

Damn that Jack Sparrow and the Lonely Island!

Snyder ruined tea, Mike Myers' Austin Powers ruined coffee for me, and Jim Jones ruined kool-aid. Thank heavens I still have vodka.

That's the problem with gritty. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.

And a spit take of granny's peach tea.

Will you stifle yourself, Edith?!

I dunno. I imagine Melania probably finds The Duracells a lot more reliable than The Don.

I still hope for the day when Hillary Rodhimus Prime kicks your ass, GalvaTrump!

Can they instead race souped-up Rascal scooters and riding lawn mowers? (Bonus: Can cast Tim Allen for cheap as Grunty the gruff lunkhead mechanic.)