My nose, it has a flavor, and that flavor is…eeevil!
What is this eeevil of which you speak? May I subscribe to your newsletter?
Screw eeevil, somebody help me climb this thumb-monkey.
To dream the impossible dream…to climb the unclimable monkey…to
Y’all are just freaking weird, you know that right?
Not weird, eeevil! How many times do I have to…ooh, sritchy…
No, she’s right, y’all are weird.
Weird and eeevil. I have the car keys! I just have to figure out how to reach the pedals…
