Hey, Big Dipper, would you give me a ride home?
Just another stain on the beautiful white armor of the Empire.
I’m a secret agent of sorts and my research is highly classified.
Up in space actin’ like y’all ain’t got a clue.
When I start, you’ll hardly notice.
Toss in a pizza and some soda and watch me do a triathlon.
More than just an elitist little hobbit meal between breakfast and lunch, a state of mind.
Geez, Bob. Use a tissue.
Funny. That’s exactly where I’m going to.
Please don’t make me adult.