SciFi/Fantasy First Line Game

America’s greatest scientist, Dr. Terrance Wembly, proudly piloted his Core Driller directly through the planet, into the Indian Ocean, and onward to Austrailia, home of the only man on Earth who could cure Donkenzian Ground Beetle infestations.

Sarah raised an eyebrow, "You boys sure do like naming your toys with the most phallic names you can think of, huh?"

Dr. Terrance Wimbly threw his coffee mug through the holo-news image and screamed, “How many times do I have to save the planet before they start spelling my name right!”

Fred pondered the probability of Dr. Terrance Wimby managing to save the planet twenty-four weeks in a row in the past year, the same as he had done for the past three years - almost exactly coinciding with the premiere episode of Wimby Saves The World...

The sentient bomb stared at Wimbly in disbelief as the doctor laid out his plans in detail, before finding the strength to ask "You want me to do what?"

Dr. Terrance Wimbly detested interruptions - especially now at such a critical juncture. He could only shrug in resignation as his dedicated and long-suffering butler, Smithers, politely knocked and entered the hidden laboratory.

"Begging your pardon, m'lord... You have a visitor. He will only identify himself as 'the doctor', and he insists that you return his 'sonic screwdriver'... Shall I send him away, m'lord?"

Dr. Terrance Wimbly is way too interesting to let him die…..just yet….




My next:

The Time Lord smiled his most inscrutable smile as he told Dr. Terrance Wimbly that core drilling through time must be smaller on the outside and bigger on the inside, of course.

The Succubi community was in an uproar, a scandal: one of their own eschewed her seductive duties, closeting herself instead in hell with the latest Terrance Wimbly novel.

Through my sniper scope I watched George Washington throwing up over the side of his boat.

Hmmm...... *thinking*

"Eric began to regret not taking out a full warranty the day his new android announced it was converting to Satanism."

The three-eyed fish swam deep to rid itself of the presidential vomit it had swam into, but soon regretted doing so when the satanic robot shark closed in...

"Feeling any better, Mr. President? Care for a breath mint? Trust me - take two... Oh, sorry... Dr, Terrance Wimbly, at your service - oh no, don't get up! This poor vessel is unstable enough as it is. Ah, much better... Now If I might direct your attention over there - to the gentleman with the rifle. Now smile..."

The Medusa was terrifying to behold, but an ultimately rather ineffective individual, as the cloning process had not carried the supernatural abilities of the original through to the current incarnation.

Andros poked the statue with a stick, unaware of it's true significance, and completely oblivious to the looming figure of Medusa behind him...

Eric began to regret hiring Medusa as Head of Security after the third doorman in a row was reduced to a slightly-surprised-looking statue.

"The last time you borrowed my capture cage I never saw it again, face it after two thousand years you should have your own stuff!"

I felt pretty smug about shaming him into finally returning my capture cage, until I saw what got left inside.

The least he could have done was clean the dead, three breasted, sephlapod, out ot the cage

Eric began to regret joining flight school when he learned he would be flying pterodactyls over the lava pools.