They glazed into each other's eyes
One of them can read, and one of them can write. The third one is there to keep an eye on the two intellectuals.
When it's past your eyes.
Not good. Aww what went wrong -*thinks back to accidentally popping a zit into her soup* She just wasn't my type.
There's twenty of them.
It's a Taurus!
Astronaut-----
They have to go through the glazing. I'm sorry I'm a baker it just came to me... Pun-ishment is in order.
Way to go dude, you're kiln it!"
