Max Cannon

Spectacular meteor shower...eh, son? I guess so. I just don't see why we have to wear these goofy lookin' helmets. The odds of one of those meteors hittin' us are a billion to one. True. But you'll be thankful for the head protection once we drain the rest of this bottle of Kentucky's finest 'meteor juice.'

Gosh, Mr. Bix...I need to move my new couch up the stairs to my apartment. I sure could use your robotic strength. Interesting request. Will assisting you with this task lead to a casual camaraderie that may eventually form a bond of friendship? Yeah...I guess it could. Excellent! In my convivial exuberance, I keep accidentally crushing the heads of all the 'new friends' that I make. Perhaps this time will be different. Please step closer to me, Johnny. I'd dearly love to embrace your cranium.

So what's the big holdup? Are you getting into bed with me or not? Give me a minute, darling. I have to get into character. It's not that complicated, Ted. You're pretending to be the Incredible Hulk. Hey, now...people don't usually talk to Hulk in such a sarcastic fashion. Well, 'people' are not wearing an itchy gorilla costume. I still don't get why I can't just wear a bikini or something. I've already explained it to you. In a moment of passion, Hulk might crush a human female like a styrofoam cup.

You know that old sayin' they got about buildin' a better mousetrap? Well, I been workin' on it all day. One thing's for sure. It ain't a high speed blender, a couple hunks of gouda, and a miniature ladder.

I don't know about you, but I get at least a couple'a these religious types knockin' at my front door every week. I used'ta invite 'em inside, but I don't got that luxury no more. That chain link holdin' pen in the basement is already full to the top.