So, I was browsing Yahoo Answers just a moment ago, and I came across this.
Explain.
‘Cause I just.. What?
So, I was browsing Yahoo Answers just a moment ago, and I came across this.
Explain.
‘Cause I just.. What?
Little Mr Moffat sat in his boardroom, eating his curds and whey, when along came a spider, and turned into glider, and the plot ran away with the spoon.
Seriously, though, this episode better have been worth the months of waiting. My balls can’t take the ache no more.
My eyes flitted this way and that at the sound of buzzing, attempting to locate the source. A glimpse of a tiny shadow as it soars past. More buzzing. Through the gloom of my dimly lit room, I attempt to spot the culprit. The buzzing continues, reaching the ceiling. The creature still escapes my sight. Thump. Somewhere, the beast injures itself. Thump. Another blow. Thump. This soon seems to have been the final blow. Somewhere out of the corner of my eye, I spy something falling, unconscious, to the ground with a mighty thud. The beast is slain, and I cast my eyes back to the flickering blue light of the computer, returning to the midnight glow of waterfalls and moon bugs, and tumblords.