It is our goal to harrass and harangue you ever further toward our own incoherent brand of horse-laugh radicalism.
EoC, you are the bane of my existence.
EoC doesn't make creepy.EoC makes creepy worse.
the afflicted persons get hold of and consume carrots even in socially quite unacceptable situations.
Don't fucking judge me, I've got tentacles for a face.
I don't know, as a broken image, it could have still worked, as some kind of weird metaphor.A metaphor of what, I don't know, but it would have been resonant and shit.