This is what hope looks like. When you say “there’s always hope”, it means that this thing is always hanging around.
Everything is a fart at one point in its life.
Who would like to hide behind that bush?
The problem is that purple is a very expensive pigment and I hear that it dies its fur.
This alien should have arms. Why doesn’t it have arms!?
It sits on my shoulder and whispers evil into my ear.