It just kinda floats there, not saying anything, just staring into your eyes. You hear nothing, but understand everything.
The Glort just wants to eat a little bit of your skin. Just a little bit.
The colour red means spicy. The colour puce means spicy aftermath.
The universe that this thing comes from is all flash and no substance.
It’ll chompus on your rumpus.
A rosy body, but a dismal disposition.