"That was a great joke inflatable monster ball. Do you know the one about the hippo and the chiropractor?"
Lawn lounging.
Don't taunt killer spider crab.
"I swear to only use this spray art for good, not for evil. Ramen."
"How did you break out of my nightmares?"
"Watch this one. I call it the T-1000. It's the robot, but liquid!"
She must have had a bad moth problem in her closet.
Britney doesn't believe in moths. Which is her right, but c'mon, they're everywhere. Whatever, just don't bring up moths around her. She goes on this long rant.
Even the giant killer spider crab needs a little attention now and then.
And thus unleashed Marpekt, the old one, the sea horse god of the deep.
The monster dancers with their monster tails, monster horns, monster fur, and monster fishnets.
Oh, and one monster cellphone?
Rawr.
Taking the snow cone business out to the masses. Except, ya know, they'll still have to follow him back to the machine, but whatever.