At attempt by the American Zipper Council to invent a problem with a medical-sounding name. As if any guy cared about this. 

 

Maybe he’s wondering where her left leg went. 

Captain, we appear to be heading towards a nebula of copyright infringement. I'll instruct navigation to get close without going in.

Adds zest to a Cincy Mixer, too.

That was the old Enterprise, the one that

had flames shooting out the shuttlecraft bay.

 

Outdoor smoking is good for you!

 . . . with these authentic replicas! Brandish them around, get shot by people who make the reasonable assumption that they're actual firearms.

 

Union rules forbid them to nick your earlobe with an infected scissors! Eugene Debs was absolutely adamant on that point. 

 

It's always nice when you invade a country, establish a beachhead, regroup and prepare to liberate a country, and they've already set up the Coke signage to let you know there's some cola waiting at the end of the fight.