Just when I have you right where I want you, I use my patented "What the hell are we fighting for? Let's go out for a few martinis and score some babes." move. As soon as you've had one too many martinis, your ass is toast!
Ahhh, my people the Chicken Monkeys. They're just so cute.
My statue will be a commemoration of the great victory we achieved over the evil axis of the Turkey-Lemur, Budgie-Koala and Albatross-Rhinoceros empires in the epic Global War on Hyphenation. It will be constructed exclusively from our unlimited supply of unhyphenated absurdities.
I'm not sure what their favorite is, but you know when a bird flies into the glass window on a skyscraper? Thats what happens when they can't find a station thats in tune with their chirping. It just messes them up.
Look, I know I told you all that I was sleeping when you saw me do that, but....well, I wasn't.
I like eating spiders, OK? Is that a crime? I mean, It's not like spiders are dogs or hamsters or anything. They just look so damn tasty I can't help myself. I've been doing it for years, hiding behind lies, telling everyone I'm asleep when, really it's just a spider.
They're crunchy, like dry angelhair pasta. With sauce built in.