My precious…

Your breath stinks, Ted.

The future of competitive games is now.

hodl the jar! – Hodor, probably.

My pupils… they ain’t coming back.

I’m something of an actor…

Happy Birthday, bro.

Beauty and the thirst.

The robuts are really in to musical notation…

We must debug, deeper.

Wax mannequins in a department store melt during a London heat wave, circandle 1930.

Am I getting meme’ed on?

We’re pretty well sorted, thanks.

I am empty in side.

If I drink one every morning, one day I’ll be strong enough to defeat Bill Gates.

Uncalibrated danger noodle…