I don’t think my anus would survive that collision. 

I’ll do all the pros and cons of vaginas and colons.

Oh, no, I’m the brain cell. 

Hand back the meat in your son’s pants. 

You’re the human equivalent of orange juice after toothpaste. 

Yes, it’s human skin, but we have the moral high ground.

Consider me expressed. 

I need a shower and an adult.

The meat parts are making each other grumpy. 

The gods are dead, and all that’s left is family dinner and unnatural eye contact.