Avon was not surprised that the Andromedans played baseball rather than cricket. They were, after all, profoundly alien.
Avon suddenly found a huge inferiority complex coming on...
Avon decided to abort the plan -- the Federation had a dildo bigger than his.
Avon prepared to show his disgust for all lava lamps, classic or modern.
"I knew the budget cuts were bad, but is this really all we could afford for an arch-nemisis?"
"I´m going to need a bigger gun"
Avon was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the new-generation Daleks...
"Normally my weapon´s THIS big, but it´s cold on this planet!"
Avon was not impressed by the federations viagra substitute.
After Avon got his finger superglued to the forcefield all he could do was wait for the others to arrive or risk leaving a suspicious circle of skin floating in mid air.
Avon: right, which of you jokers removed the hangers from my coat stand?
Avon: ok, there´s the lever, now where´s the trap-dooooooooooo.......
Avon knew once again he would have to remind Blake NOT to leave his curlers out in the corridors of the Liberator.
"Whoever said size isn´t everything is a bloody liar!" Avon thought knowing that this time even his smarmy wit and blaster couldn´t save him from the probe of doom!
Look! its got three settings!
On Guard !
Kays catalogue were really desparate for male models
Long after they were gone, Avon stayed loyal to the Oakland Raiders by continuing to wear silver and black.
Suddenly Avon found himself in a silver coat, and he hadn´t even run a marathon.
Avon realized Jenna was right. Blake did have a bigger gun than he.
Avon was distracted by his discovery of the reinforced steel ´Ultra-cosh´ and the pleasurable thought of thwacking Blake really hard over his empty idealistic curly-haired noggin.
Spot the vertical shiny inanimate object...