*sniff* Do I mock you for not having eight razor sharp sucker-coated tentacles, or for not having three rows of viciously sharp teeth?
Well, yes.
But it still hurts. Sniff. I am a delicate flower of sharktopusity. It's just that my petals can impale people.
Omigosh! It's SO true. I DO love ketchup. Only I spell it catsup, and I really prefer it when it tastes like fresh arterial blood. It's sort of the 58th secret ingredient. Yummy!
But I have a few minutes before I rip that pretender Sharctopus (HA!) into tiny little pieces, and I've been...