"Either my neck will fuse to your spinal cord, forcing me to wear your damnable corpse for gods-know-how-long, or a new Coplantor-head will sprout under my head, and I'll pop off like a zit."
"Either my neck will fuse to your spinal cord, forcing me to wear your damnable corpse for gods-know-how-long, or a new Coplantor-head will sprout under my head, and I'll pop off like a zit."
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And so begins the Age of Extinction! The Year of the Dinosaurs! And the Reign of the Predacons!