2026

– Henrietta provides us with eggs. And when she stops laying, we’ll eat her.
– Picking up another dozen eggs, Henrietta?

– Why we even bother putting op signs?

No preservatives added

– I’m sorry, but we haven’t any room. … You’ll have to sleep in the house.

– I didn’t feel anything, either…

– And now Edgar’s gone. … Something’s going on around here.

Enter word – Leftovers
Translate into dog – No such word

Looks like I’m working again tonight…

– Look, Sid! Another snowball! … I tell you, this place is slipping.