Two. But I don't know how they got in there.
A grandmartial artist. I apologise for any lost brain cells.
He's drooling from both corners of his mouth.
You will find out when the light comes on.
Should it really be a lightbulb?
Two, two... One, two.
They don't screw in light bulbs, they screw in dumpsters
By the "M" on his pajamas.
They prey on you !