I rearranged the letters of the word “neologism” to make the word neologism itself a neologism, as well as an anagram. The new word I made? It happens to be the name of the spaceship I’m building: Moon Legs I.

“If I had the gift of flight, would you try to turn me into duck soup?”

“Noise soup. I just made it. Taste it with your ears.”

“I’m twice as twice as the guy in second place. My love comes first.”

“The ultimate weapon is Lady Gaga’s music. Why kill the enemy when you can play …”