Cat's don't shoot lasers from their eyes, either, but here we are, Carl. Mama needs a night off.
Or
In the eternal words of my mulleted friend, Holger. You done stuck your pecker in the wrong beehive.
Cat's don't shoot lasers from their eyes, either, but here we are, Carl. Mama needs a night off.
Or
In the eternal words of my mulleted friend, Holger. You done stuck your pecker in the wrong beehive.