Mr. and Mrs. Smithing Table

That’s a lot of work for a bit of rope

A fishing rod made of gold

Welcome to my crib

Stop hounding me

Be as still as a rock

That’s a moai statue… with shades

Why yes, I do want my glove to cause an explosion

Steffy, Hope, and the Finn feud

Rocks and stones, brother

Get on the mushroom fever

Hold the line with overwhelming firepower

We can’t live without plastics even in a zombie apocalypse

This isn’t even my final form