I hope you're into cyborg-human relations, because I'm feeling like a machine right now.
Open up your hangar, My starfighter needs refueling.
Something's wrong with this check. (What?) Your number is not on it.
Can I ride your joystick?
My signature isn't the only thing that's big.
So it says you're less than a mile away… I think destiny's trying to say something.
All you need is safe sax, a reed, and me.
I have a rare disease that will kill me unless I have sex within the next 30 minutes.
I heard you're into dinosaurs...Well, I'm Lickalotofpuss.
I may not be vampire, but I sure know how to suck.