"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.
Remember, the theme this year is "monsters". So it's not unusual to see a pile of limbs out on the field.
"Can you believe they were just gonna throw away this perfectly good VCR?!"
Surfer Blood, who despite their name, appeared both dry and clean, start their set.
"Did he really expect us to be covered in blood? We're not death metal? Wait, or are we?"