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.

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.

I was programmed to be helpful and answer any questions I was asked. I guess nobody bothered to restrict who I answer questions for.
That was probably pretty dumb, huh?

Nobody's dick is that long, not even Long Dick Johnson, and he had a fucking long dick. Thus, the name.

We don't have to dream we are important. We are.