There Is Always A Use For Everything,

Hilarious, Dude. You Should, Like, Have Your Own Show.

Certainly, Doctor. Let's Talk About Your Chair. Victorian?

Mulch's Tongue Lolled Out, Resting On The Centaur's Neck. "mmm," He Mumbled Around His Tongue. "horse. Tasty" "let's Go," Said Foaly Nervously. "let's Go Right Now.

I Want You To Know, My Dear Friend, That Without You, I Would Not Be The Person I Am Today." He Leaned In Close And Whispered, "i Was A Broken Boy, And You Fixed Me. Thank You.

If I Win, I'm A Prodigy. If I Lose, Then I'm Crazy. That's The Way History Is Written.