Hand-Jaundice? HAND-JAUNDICE? As if my horrible constipation weren’t enough! Oh, I hope Ronnie gets here with that ‘strenuous treatment’ soon!
All I said was “Where the Ho’s at?”. I don’t see why she’d be gone this long.
Just remember: no matter what Veronica does, I will always love you (sniffles).
Oh GOD No. This isn’t marijuana! This is TRIFFID!
“The girl sure looks like plant food to me!”
“Like a barrel with five bulging ridges in place of staves. Lateral breakages, as of thinnish stalks, are at equator in middle of these ridges. In furrows between ridges are curious growths. Combs or wings that fold up and spread out like fans. All greatly damaged but one, which gives almost seven-foot wing spread. Arrangement reminds one of certain monsters of primal myth, especially fabled Elder Things in Necronomicon.”
Betty! Betty! Can you hear me? It’s going to be all right! We’ll get you out of that trans-dimensional vortex — but whatever you do, don’t let go of Mr. Weatherbee’s hairpiece!
“Paddycake, paddycake, bakers ma–Okay, look, this doesn’t have to be that hard!”
“Jugs, I think our plan to pass off Mr. Lodge’s prized plants as weed isn’t going to turn out well. Reggie’s going to break your kneecaps for this one. Yes, yours. Not mine. You’re the patsy, Jugs.”
The Great Race of Yith! Quick, feed it Ronnie!
Alien plant! Why did you eat my penis? It was only this long!
Run! I’ll try to slow her down!
Fire mission: grid 734536, direction 4800. Single individual, armed and mobile, moving SSW at 2 m/s.
“RONNIE, STAY BACK! We were just about to start a three-way with Moose when he got turned into a PLANT!! A FUCKING PLANT!! And now we’re frozen in place! …For God’s sake, RUN!!”
Yeah, he was standing just like that — you wouldn’t believe how wide he stretched it. But once you’ve seen it, you start seeing it everywhere.
“Dilton, what do we do with the hoe to fix this once Ronnie gets back? Dilton? DILLLTOOOOOONNNNN!?”
“Purple overalls, I tell you!”
“Does it have to be human? Does it have to be mine?”
Remember: when Veronica gets here, I’ll ask her about the botany homework and the historical significance of Sergius Nawaschin and Léon Guignard. Then, when she says “double fertilization,” we take our dicks out.
Quick, Jughead, worship it before it destroys us all!
IT WENT RIGHT FOR MY EYES
‘Uncle, we’ve collected the Drogna using the hoe to reach across to the cuckoo clock. Now, do we have to face the Vortex? We don’t have any rolls, I don’t want to be evaporated!’
[one for the older UK there]
It’s sprouting right on Dilton’s grave, Jug! Someone’s gonna figure this out!
“Curse you, Monsanto! CURRRRRSE YOU!”
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