FROGGER
Phrases I’m Practicing in My Gravely New Voice: Why don’cha come up and see me sometime? Whaddaya want, wicker? Bueller? Bueller? I’ve got a bad feeling about this… Luuuke, I am your faaaather. I smell man-flessssh. You had me at ‘hello.’ We’ll always have Paris Flyinge. Meat’s back on the menu, boys! I feel like a million tonight…but one at a time. Hey…hey, you gonna eat that? Ribbit