I am a loner, a crazy, wide-eyed loner on a doomed mission to Venus to battle with the three-headed megabeast, but on the way I caught cornflakes disease.
Catalog
Drop Dead Fred
You see when something’s not working right, the best thing to do is tear it apart to make it better.
Oh, great. Now I’m stuck between two complete utter girls.
I don’t love you because love is for girls and girls are disgusting.
Fred: [pulls Elizabeth toward the stairs] Come on! Elizabeth: Where are we going? Fred: Playtime! [slides down the bannister] Fred: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! [he slaps straight into the newel post at the bottom] Elizabeth: [in pain] Ahhh! Oooooh! WHO PUT THAT THERE?
Look, you’ve got you now. You don’t need me.
Just kiss me, and say Drop Dead Fred...now.
It takes more than a fire truck to stop Drop Dead Fred.
Hello, snotface. Yuck what happened to you? You’re all older, you’re even uglier! Look, I’m sorry but I’m going to have to be sick all over you, immediately. Lie down.
Fred: [Looking up Polly’s skirt] Wow. [Looks at Elizabeth and points up] Fred: Cobwebs.