How did you find me here? Xander, that’s not the North Star, it’s an airplane. Oh my god, I find lentils completely incomprehensible. Remember when you could just throw a girl in a volcano? It’s not a road trip. It’s a covert operation. Last month he’s the freak with jicama breath who waxes his back.

We’re gonna explode? I don’t wanna explode. And what’s with all the carrots?

It’s getting eerie, what’s this cheery singing all about? You’re lesbians, so the hating of men will come in handy. Turns out I suddenly find myself needing to know the plural of apocalypse. Planet’s coming up a mite fast. It was like the Heimlich, with stripes! Recognizing someone else’s power does not diminish your own. Once again I teeter at the precipice of the generational gap. Stay away from hyena people, or any loser athletes, or if you see anyone who’s invisible.