Oversized fanged flamingos
First we all holed up in a redoubt in the Great Gash. Eight miles high and gleaming white, with a force field powered by Earth current, there was a unanimous feeling among us that there must be a mustache. Gary and Frank wanted to use the click-on, but were quickly overruled by themselves. Sally Struthers?
Rufus was addicted to Godzilla movies and sticky buds.
Verily and sundry went the melodious singsong of the chopsaws, unrelenting thump-thumps meandering in the background, cheesing up the gears. Will we ever tarry?