The Anti-Air Chairman!
Okay, BillyandCloneasaur, in order to continue with our experiment we're going to have to don protective equipment.
This could be it, Foxy Altar Boy. Pass the word along. Tell the men it's time to shoot the moon. Shoot the moon!
Lareous predicts God will pummel America with a series of plagues until it embraces the one true global sport.
I take it you know whose zepplin you just shot down, origami manatee? You always had a pension for the dramatic.