No, Son, Rash’kar’lagratar Isn’t the Magic Word
No, son. That is magic as speaking it will hurl back any unclean shades which try to approach you.
No, son. That is magic as speaking it will hurl back any unclean shades which try to approach you.
NASA is almost certain that none of you are werewolves. However, to ensure the safety of our new lunar missions, we must consider every eventuality.
Step toward the exit and say, “I’m off to contemplate my own inadequacy in the sculpture garden. It’s performance art in motion.”
So where are you holding the wedding? Is it going to be in the sewers of Chicago?
That’s when Cookie Monster start to wonder, who real monster…
I don’t appreciate your judgment. You hurt me deeper than any wound my son has inflicted with his sharp claws.
Who is the real monster here? The tentacled creature lurking in the vapor outside… or were you all the real monster this whole time?
How many times have we seen the same old Frankenstein’s monster? So get excited, because THIS Monster stabs.
When you adopt from Frankenstein’s, you can rest assured your Rescue Monster has received the highest quality of care.
J. M. Coetzee: A boy who may or may not be Jesus battles racist zombies. Jean-Paul Sartre: Lucifer tricks a man into ordering a bad batch of escargots.
It was not I who called her “a useless swath of dogshit,” it was, in fact, Chicago crime lord Tony Ligitano.
Mina, it's me Drac! 479 is the new 35! Please message me back. I’m going batshit crazy without you.