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.
Rawr.
Oh, and one monster cellphone?
The monster dancers with their monster tails, monster horns, monster fur, and monster fishnets.
And thus unleashed Marpekt, the old one, the sea horse god of the deep.
Even the giant killer spider crab needs a little attention now and then.
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.
She must have had a bad moth problem in her closet.
"Watch this one. I call it the T-1000. It's the robot, but liquid!"
"How did you break out of my nightmares?"
"I swear to only use this spray art for good, not for evil. Ramen."
Don't taunt killer spider crab.
Lawn lounging.
"That was a great joke inflatable monster ball. Do you know the one about the hippo and the chiropractor?"
