One you're running on fumes, the other you're fuming with the runs.
Black magic doesn't work.
I can maintain polite conversation.
Half a Romeo. I'll show myself out.
I can't remember the name. I think it starts with T. Really - Ours only starts with gas.
A koalafied driver! *badum-tis*
A Purrgeot.
He runs for home when he sees the catcher coming.
To show his friends he had guts. And boy, did he have guts.
Help! I'm melting!
He thought he was melting.
There was too much gas in them.
flatulence"
So that they can see the battle.
Tanks for the memories"!
He was running on fumes.