Although I feel strongly that Nyan Mitt yearns for freedom beyond the starry background I'm not sure how to end the rainbow trail yet. There's fun in pretending it's a long flag.
...And of course...
Show me the science-fiction writer who imagined we could do this. SHOW ME.
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Show me the science-fiction writer who imagined we could do this. SHOW ME.
Douglas Adams.
I have hope now for the future.
In spite of it all having been destroyed by watching Clint Eastwood and the Reptiloids earlier.
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Is it wrong to imagine Mr Tongue on spider legs, licking up grannies?
Pot of gold?
Hmmm, pot of gold is kind of a good idea. I could also just tack on another Nyan Mitt in either the same or the opposite direction...
Wasn't the skittles advertising slogan at one time "Snort the Rainbow"?
Seems almost irresistible. It's like nasal serotonin reuptake, only now with 44% more Randbows...
I'm not sure I understand. Nyan Mitt enters/exits through a giant nose?
Shouldn't he be tied to the roof of the family car?
There could be a puppy hanging onto the top of the rainbow.
OK, I've REALLY had quite enough of Willard's tongue now.
I still have that hideous spider-making machinery around...
Jennifer would be helped.
you guys are so mean to Jennifer.
We also sit in the desks behind her so we can dip her hair in the ink-well.
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