Snow job.

Number one doesn't take your shit anymore. You will go down to that planet with the away team. Because frankly, we have too many red shirts.

"Oh balls, what the hell is that?" he exclaimed, watching in abject terror as the monstrosity approached him.

Mr Potatohead got out some extra eyes to stare down his opponent. "Do you feel lucky, punk? Well do you?"

Bone, you will never escape the rainbow Caterpillar, he swears it.

She fumed, she had loved that pillow, and now it had this great stain on it, how was she ever going to get that mess out.

The penguin observes the doodler with a lifelike stare, sitting still offering a carrot to the doodler. NOPE!! It's Chuck Testa.

Man envious of the sun being so much more massive than him.

The redshirt headbangs his way to victory. You go redshirt, live your short life to the fullest.

"May I have this dance?" the Unicorn asked the Rainbow, taking her hand in his own.

As the wizard weaved his spell into the air, his concentration was, as such as it was, interrupted by a passing bumblebee.

The moth sets forth toward that great light in the sky, "I'll get there one day," he said wistfully, "one day soon." flying toward the moon.