I cannot believe I wrote this!

Depends, wanna check if there's a wocket in my pocket?

 

My Zax will be happy to take care of your Star-Bellied Sneetch.

 

...

Xan, you're right. We're doomed, our quest is vain, we're all gonna die.

 

I like the quote that you wrote. So are you going to take care of the Wocket in Magikot's Pocket, or do I get to plow your sneetch?*





* Sorry for the word theft, Papadog, but I couldn't think of a Seuss reference that could be equated to fillin' her with my log.

 

Great, you've all got the X-Rated Seuss Virus. *wince* I hate treating this, I always run out of tranquilisers too quickly.

 

I always thought the best way to treat the Seuss virus was asphyxiation? Brain damage may set in, but the virus itself is extremely intolerant of hypoxia. Signs of a successful treatment are excretions of green eggs and ham.

 

Having had green eggs, they’re not that bad in a pinch.
'Matter of fact, many folk on the military has had them. Field rations often served them. Something about the powdered egg mixes in the aluminum warming canisters.