Also, I might have... umm... sort of... plowed his daughter. A little.

<Excited Beeping>

Commie ghosts what don't know they're dead. Hoping to steal our rockets so they can fly up and paint the moon pink and draw a Lenin face on it.

Longing makes the heart grow founder, but I've always been a fan of hog-typing my lovers to make sure they can't escape.

Well, says No-bark, we got a chupacabra with an automatic weapon. And that's when they get real quiet, 'cause now they see the predicament we're in.