Everything I Loved Was Taken Away From

Does Anything On You Work Properly?" Asked Ter Borcht. "well, I Do Have A Highly Developed Sense Of Irony." Replied Iggy.

Dreams Die Hard. And Sometimes They Don't Have To Die At All.

Even Needing To Get To Angel, We Couldn’t Forget The Basic Necessity Of Eating.

Advanced Life-forms, My Seweet Patootie. Jerks. Both Of Them.

Unfortunately, Every Time Someone Said “debriefing,” The Entire Flock Had One Image: Someone’s Tighty-whities Disappearing In A Flash. We Were Smothering Our Giggles, But It Was Getting Harder. Coupled With The Whole “naval This, And Naval That,” With Its Undeniable Belly-button Connotations, We Were Essentially Turning Into A Sugar-jacked, Sleep-deprived Flock Of Incoherent, Silly, Recombinant-dna Goofballs. This Was Not Going To End Well.