I think you’ve sighted a breakdown in quantum physics.

Only a name change, then. Good news—I was concerned that someone had already run through their nine lives.

What happened to bratkitty? Sent to live on a farm?

First, murder hornets. Now, murder parsley. Who had both on their 2020 bingo card?

Priceless.

Leave the guests. Take the dish.

My sledgehammer doesn’t need ammo.

Dah, dah, dah, dun, dee-dah, dun, dee-dahhh ...

Entasis much?

... which Ahnuld uses to crush flora and fauna, and drive them before him, while hearing the lamentations of the snowflakes.

Considering an E-razor for my DS (daily shave). Appreciate the advice.

Ahhh, the Marauder—truly a truck for the End Times.

If you don’t let the air out, let the needle of your air pressure gauge lap the dial, and operate by the seat of your pants.

So you can feel good about your reduced carbon emissions as you crush flora and fauna; see them driven before you; and hear the lamentations of the tree-huggers.

Your comment is grossly underrated.

Verdi’s Tosca is one of the greatest operas. I’ve watched it many times (and even played in the pit orchestra for a run of this work—though not at the Met). Still, I never tire of this opera and especially the dramatic final scene. I know what’s coming, and yet every time that Tosca turns to escape her pursuers and…

More likely when she flings herself over the parapet ...

Hmm ... there are car names that are operatic characters’ names.

Opera in park? Shift it into gear ...