BlakHat1:
Deep Throat sits on the missing Nixon tapes for 30 years until he releases it mixed with a techno beat.
gleeb:
It's one of those puzzles. You know: "move one spliff and change four to seven."
144b:
<Sniff!> The Spice! The spice aids the Spacing Guild fold space. And the worms are the key. I can kill with a word. Arackus, Dune, desart planet! <SNIFF!!!>
Father! The Sleeper has Awaken!! Uh, Joe? Are you okay?
DiscoBoy:
<*sniff*>
"We can't stop here, man! This is bat country!"
BlakHat1:
*huff* "MOMMYYY! DON'T YOU FUCKING LOOK AT MEEEE!!"
HughMac:
And then, after one sniff of the coke, Friday dropped his pants....
JohnSteed:
o/I couldn't ask for another! *I-I-I-I-I-I-I* couldn't ask for another...\o
ElectraAlan:
Oddly enough, this is exactly what hippies who drop acid look like, and this is exactly how they dress. In the Bizarro world.
BlakHat1:
Make fun of them if you like, but their burgers stay hot for HOURS!
Nyssa23:
Hey, could you fuzz shut the door? We're, like, trying to develop film in here man. Crazy.
BlakHat1:
"HIPPIES?!? We're BEATNIKS, Man! You are so totally SQUARE!"
RodRocket:
"WE MUST BE IN HEAVEN, MAN!!! There is always a little bit of Heaven in a disaster area!"
Propdude:
"I AM NOT GAY!!! I JUST DON"T DATE MUCH..ever.."
LongLiveRock:
Jackie O: Woman Undercover!
Nyssa23:
*blinks* "Whoa, man, the sun is like a lot smaller today. Crazy."
ElectraAlan:
"Alright, Gannon, I'll overlook it this time. But if I ever catch you carrying my purse or wearing my clothes again, you'll be sorry."
gleeb:
That sweater is stained, young man! I've had it with punks like you!
Nyssa23:
Young man, you are going to march right over there and help your mother with the dishes! And no back talk!