Hey, if they say it’s baby Jesus hatching out of an egg, who am I to argue? I am ready to worship you, my fetus bodied, raptor headed god, sitting on your eggshell throne. How may I serve?
Yes master. *buzz* I shall get the DNA of your raptor relatives and clone them at once. *buzz* You shall have a mighty army. Just as soon as I get this fly. There he is my lord. On your nose. *Crack/squish* Oh s**t. Can you hear me raptor Jesus? No? Damn.
Psst.
What do you want Satan Clamcake? *hold out your hand boy* Okay. Sweet. Thanks for the thirty pieces of silver. Is this enough to buy a PS4?
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Show everyone how you really feel about Disney Princesses. If you want to see them massacred and smashed, 
Pinch a loaf to the sounds of Meatloaf. Sit there crampin’ with Peter Frampton. Fill the bowl to Billy Joel. This is all possible thanks to the Rest Room radio. Just sit back and enjoy the tunes.
Troll skulls. It’s the wacky dice game where you try to roll a pair of sixes, which is nearly impossible with these dice. Trolls can’t count that high anyway. Shake ’em up and let the dice fly. Troll your friends. Troll your family. It takes skulls, not skill.
Everyone knows that red hatted Gnomes are up to no good. They might scare critters away from your garden, but you know they get up to