My monsters eat you
Oh! I think I see one
NO, NO. I hope I can’t.
She eats us, not stew.
This monster does not exist.
Er-does it? Oh! Oh! Bye bye
eR-I say by
CRUNCH.
Birth sign: Cancer
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