Her toes hurt like hell...She needed new

Her toes hurt like hell...She needed new point shoes.That was that,she would not go on stage unless they gave her new blocks.She wiped out the blood and

the crip gangs in a single massively efficient drive by. She was driving the purple car from moon patrol that fired bullets in every direction. Now she was in charge of moving tons

of Wensleydale cheese in a moon forklift to Wallace & Gromit's nearby rocket. Wallace had purchased a years supply of water crackers in anticipation of the delivery. Gromit

was skiing the diamond cheese slopes with rusty skis, contaminating all the good cheese on the moon, unbeknownst to Wallace. "I taste iron, Gromit. Iron! Oh dear." Some Cheddat

was stuck between his teeth. Not to mention a piece of their moon rocket. That would completely spoil the taste of Wensleydale until he could get it free. As Gromit continued to

Eat the Wensleydale cheese, he became a mouse. It was his sixth life. My next life was that a chinchilla and I got to go everywhere, even the subway. That was really interesting!

Arriba!" as I was crushed by a passing wheelbarrow. In my ninth life, I was a robot who had gained sentience. I spent the majority of it murdering my human inventors and leading an

alien overthrow of all Earthlings. Unfortunately, the aliens considered me, a robot, also to be an earthling, and took out my batteries. In my tenth life I awoke floating on a

hamburger patty. I smelled like a pickle--gosh darn it, I was a pickle! I wasn't even a nicely sliced pickle, I was an ugly, chunky beast now smothered in condiments. Woe is m