Monday, August 4, 2008

There is a storage facility out there somewhere with an infinate amount of Heathcliffs chilling on ice, neck deep in mothballs, waiting for Iggy to trot just the right one off to the location of the next punchline.

A clone army made up of thousands of Heathcliffs sounds scarier than any army coming from Jango Fett's midichlorians.

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