He flushed.
First cannibal: Hard-boiled legs.
The cold shoulder
They both go off again two minutes later to remind me of the same thing.
Because you're real, but your girlfriend is imaginary
Disoriented.
God: I sent you one, you dumped him for putting ketchup on his steak. Me: Ah. That's right. Gross.
An - nflushable loating bject
Because of the violins inherent in the cistern.