Infuriated, I got out of my car, grabbed a tire iron out of my trunk, and walked up to the leader of the gang, a Huge Guy with a studded leather jacket and a chain running from his nose to his ear. As I walked up to the leader, the Biker Gang Rapists formed a circle around me. So, I ripped the leader's chain off his face and smashed him over the head with the tire iron. Layed him out. Oh, about two minutes ago.
Clones are people two.
Entropy isn't what it used to be. Santa's elves are just a bunch of subordinate Clauses. A waist is a terrible thing to mind. Atheism is a non-prophet organization. Editing is a rewording activity.