Run away …
“What’s that, you say? … A nigger?”
He won’t even let his hair turn white.
That’s not hair. It’s a skilfully sculpted hi-tech helmet specifically designed to repel gaywaves.
Tee hee. These are scary times in Ozpoliticz.
For fuck’s sake. Did I just wake up in some other bloody decade? That man eats babies. Last night I had a nightmare thinking I was being chased across paddocks and hospital corridors by white hot magnesium fire-hurling alien spaceships. I reckon all this SCAREY SHIT has a lot to do with it. They’ve given me some sort of brain infection, Doctor Ross. Please. Help.
Look at that face! Ross. Where’s your hammer?
Bugger the hammer … I’m going to hide out in a mall. The living dead have risen.
Bron, did you marry Captain Obvious?
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