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There’s more than one way to get an answer out of someone. If a polite query doesn’t elicit the answer you seek, then a more aggressive inquiry may do the trick. Me, I prefer to extract the answer directly from the subject’s brain.
Clean wrappings, new hoodie And I don’t know where I am gonna be Black suit, bowtie When I step out you know you’re gonna die They go runnin’ just as fast, and then faster ‘Cuz every girl crazy ‘bout a sharp dressed monster Monsters aren’t vain. Many of…
Welcome. Or rather, beware! That’s the message we prefer to send at the entranceway to our underground lairs. We find that our message is heightened proportionally to the diminished width and length of said entrance. In keeping with our tendency to prefer things dark and undeniably creepy, the smaller the…
Monsanto has nothing on me. They’re just a bunch of old hacks in lab coats. How quaint. Remember, I was the original GMOnster.
We monsters are, shall we say, connoisseurs of the finer things in life. We like our wine red, our clothing silken and frilly, and our best bookshelf tomes bound in leather. Fine leather. The finest, actually. And when binding your grimoire of spells and magik, a cowskin won’t do. Those…
They say you should not play with your food. But the more clever the meal, the more exciting the chase. Don’t you agree? I, myself, delight in the sublime thrill of the chase. And the more worthy the prey, the longer I draw out the game, pulling and pushing my…
Add a chocolate bar and roast him over some graham crackers and he’s the most delicious monster you ever invited to your cookout.
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