Not the good disaster
Purple-people eaters drew lines in the movie theaters, and I don't remember it, personally. Then one appeared. 'Eek' went people, up went hands, down went bodies, out came guns, and bang! disaster. The bad kind. The worst kind. I mean bad!
Frank loaded up the Elfmobile with jujubes and popcornbutter. They would learn. Purple people never ... sacre-bleu! ... I ... pulled myself together. My pullover unravelled, green threads tangling, then unravelling again. I was bare-chested and ravenous! We entered the theater.
