Cigarettes don't scream when they're burning.
Batman can go inside a store without Robin
The Pygmies are a bunch of cunning runts.
Nothing. He just laughed.
No one knows, they wait for it to burn out and follow it around for twenty years.
I-Scream!
Scream and scratch at the top of his coffin.
Yours.
Get off me Daddy, you're crushing my cigarettes.