“So what happened to the alien leader?”
“Oh I’m keeping him in the fridge.”
*Jump to Cyborg holding a plate and licking barbecue sauce off his fingers. The rest of the Titans stare at him in total shock*
“What?”
No, I am not, I just remembered; I needed change for this dollar.
Do you want four quarters? Or ten dimes? Or twenty nickels? Or one hundred pennies? Or one quarter, three dimes, seven nickels and ten pennies, oooor if you give me a five dollar bill, your options are-
I’m interested in upgrading my 28.8 kilobaud internet connection to a 1.5 megabit fiber-optic T-1 line. Will you be able to provide an IP router that’s compatible with my token ring Ethernet LAN configuration?
“I, myself, once too had a gay best friend. We were roommates and had many fun fruitful years together. He is no longer with us now.”
*Students are in stunned silence*
“What happened to him?”
“Isn’t it obv? He died of the Hiv.”
“What?! God no! He moved to San Francisco with a leather bear. I was talking about my cat Anderson Coo-Purr.”
*Pulls out a photo frame covered with Pom poms and a photo of a cat wearing a shirt collar and necktie *
Wow, sometimes I even impress myself. For a second there I wasn’t sure I was going to pull it off. Oh, who am I kidding, we both knew how this would end.
Uh, are you talking to the broken robot who can hear you?
Uh, maybe. That’s between me and the robot. See, the important thing here is the alien planet is free.
Absolutely.
So we can just forget about the whole talking to dead robots thing, right?
“I’m gonna say Gerard Depardieu’s on top.”
*Game buzzer sound indicates wrong answer*
“Sorry, Madeline, you forgot Gerard’s French and therefore a bottom.”