The big magilla.
Marvin (my personal robot assistant) refused to leave until the mission was accomplished. No cutting and running for him.
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Up, up, and no way!
Marvin (my personal robot assistant) can hear a pin drop on the other side of the world… or bricks being fashioned by contract laborers in a distant galaxy.
Meet the jerks.
I saw Marvin (my personal robot assistant) emit a strange green glow and start klanging like a steam engine. But did I listen?
Hey, dis guy ain’t got all his buttons, mack
Those were the days, when personal robot assistants were made of pots and pans and leftover appliance parts. (Okay, THAT part hasn’t changed so much.)
If you’re built upside-down, walk on the ceiling
I rely on found words, forced rhymes, and a bottle of tempera paint so that I can squeeze it all over my lyric sheet when I decide it’s garbage.
Even the colonel gets more mail than us
Somebody best tell that colonel no one writes to that we’ve got him beat. When it comes to postal neglect, we’re number one, amigo.
I said, Oh man, God Damn that Dream!
And when they got tired of drinking Big Green juice, they demanded pomegranate juice, I think because of its antioxidant properties.
Trying not to be anti-social on social media
I hate to be boastful here, but if they gave out a trophy for being obscure, Big Green would have walked away with it a dozen times over.
Planning a tour on the ground floor
We’re tossing parts back and forth, barking into mics, squinting at pages of poorly recorded verse. We’re pulling things apart and patching them back together.
Hello, Captain Neutron – we are receiving you
If space aliens are on the surface of a neutron star, whatever they’re saying must be the deep-space equivalent of GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!