Until a tragic suspender accident ended his promising career. Sometimes, when the weather's fine, he drags the 'ole sack out and tries his hand at it just one more time. Afterward he succumbs to a bout of melancholy, but the rush he gets at first always keeps him coming back for more.
The next time you're stranded on a desert planet you might want to think about a bringing a shirt and some food. At least he left the industrial strength hair dryer behind.
Deeply Dippy 'bout your Spanish eyes, Sierra smile, legs that go on for miles and miles... well, leh-guh. Don't know what happened to that other one...
You know what this is? This is simply a question of, uh, maintenance! That's it, maintenance! So get me some Super Glue. Or some Duct Tape. And find my other leg for me, will you, Ernest? I think that horse ran off with it.
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