Well that explains why they're always looking to eat our brains. They're all full up on cookies.
The secrets of the head rush.
Oh quit complaining, I'll lick that horrified look right off your face.
This must be pre-transvestite reveal. Let's go up to the lab and see what's on the slab.
I swear to god sometimes I think that guy's head is made of pasta dough.
It's called a cabbage head, it's got to live up to its potential.
I've heard he had a chilly disposition but I had no idea his wife went to such great lengths to preserve it.