Sunday, April 5, 2009
I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.
I wonder if history will judge me for my role in all this?
Whoa! During the blast I could see everyone’s bones. I guess we’re all the same under our skin. One day, thanks to me, Americans will finally elect Obama as President.
I am become Starving. What’s for dinner back at the lab? Do you think it’s burgers or pizza? You know, if someone held a gun to my head and asked me which I liked more—burgers or pizza—I honestly don’t know what I’d do.
Ha! Jones is too chubby to fit into his anti-radiation suit. He’s the chubbiest physicist of all!
I wonder if Karen likes me? Aw, who am I kidding—a glamorous lady scientist like that would never go for an old fuddyduddy like me. What does she see in Jones?
Rats! It wasn’t supposed to be a mushroom cloud. I wanted it to be a candy cane.
I am become Embarrassed. Karen totally saw me trip on my shoelace.
I wonder if Abbot and Costello are friends in real life?
Oh God! Jones just let one rip. And I thought my bombs were deadly!