So, it's a seaside landslide? This is something I can't abide! Better get my cyanide! But first, sell my stock in Union-Carbide! It's not showing an upside.
Step aside! I'll be the one to commit suicide. And beside, I'm pretty sure you lied. In me your broker did confide; the truth you can no longer hide. You have no stock in Union-Carbide. =(
You think you can stem this tide? I say you speak nothing but a bromide. I see shades of grey, while you demand I take a side! Sure, now you can backslide, but that will result in nothing but genocide!
Sadly, we've no cyanide. We can't get more, although I tried. I'd like to help, but my hands are tied. If you'd prefer, you can have fluoride. Besides, why would you just leave your bride? Why not let her decide? I doubt she'll let your actions slide. Last time, though, she simply cried.
These guys filming were pretty fortunate to have spied this happening. Were they waiting for high tide? Had this event been prophesied beforehand?
For being such an important barrier between the sea and the mine, the wall on which the miners relied was not a very wide divide, and did not provide much safety.
I think you all need a guide. Or you and the rock wall will go for a ride. Steal the nearest hang glider and go for a glide. Youll have time to bide after the guards are pacified. Fail to do this and you will be crucified. Luckily they are using drugs, and are fried.
Hang on while we show off our pecs. I just hope an ibex doesn't steal our paychecks and take them to the narthex. If one does I'll gather up my rednecks and vortex it's cortex with kleenex.