Post apocalyptic worlds would be a nice place to live in if you were a cockroach.
Red is the colour of your fries, dipped in sauce and masala grind.
Elephants are in the room and oops, I just talked about them.
Mind your own business, which is the sale of cheap fabric in remote locations.
I hear nothing. Bongo?
Know your limits, integral!
Peter Parker got bit by a spider and look where it got him. You're afraid of lizards, Raju?
Up, up, and away. Until gravity.
Rush to the hills because there's a flood coming. A flood of love.
Usher in the new days, the old days are aged.
Stoke my interest with your stories, adventurer.
Hey, what do you say? Hey, what do I say?