screaming_fist:
...preferably, out of rifle range.
Hostile_Lumpen_Mesomorph:
Uh-oh, the contrails are forming little right-angled patterns. There's plaid weather on the way.
Buffoon:
He's a shade taller than the others.
Buffoon:
My ex-wife's heart lightens up a little each year.
JohnSteed:
So, the ex-wife was a smoker too, huh?
Generik:
Like a rock. Very much like a rock. Incredibly like a rock.
Buffoon:
"Nothin' Just shoppin' fer parts."
UnReality:
"Look, if he wants to play with your flowers and throw you down the well, he's going to play with your flowers and throw you down the well!"
UnReality:
"Down the well. Say hello to Timmy for me."
Soozcat:
"Y'know, kid, you're getting kinda heavy. Howsabout you just throw yourself down the well, there's a good girl."
144b:
Igor! Fetch the jumper cables!
Indomitus:
"You're a great guy, Doc, but I really need my space. I need a house in a nice quiet neighborhood. A place with lots of kids and a well."