Aww don’t cry, giant monster eye
yellow mattered custard dripping from the creatures eye
That ain’t custard.
Awww, poor giant eye, I think his legs are the monster and he’s just the victim. See how evil they’re walking?
Where’s the Visine when you need it?
(God is that thing creepy.)
Hey! I was born in December of ’67. I wonder if that’s my long-lost twin…