Seriously, what does this look like, Monday?

It's so nice when a snack takes the time to express its feelings before I eat it.

The cat is going to kill you if you keep trolling her like this.

There is no way this is real. I DEMAND A RECOUNT.

Jack Skellington has been hiding in the freezer this whole time. No wonder I kept hearing faint, wistful singing in the kitchen.

Don't get cheeky with me, cup, I emancipated you from the clutches of that evil burger-slinging clown!

That's hardly fair, you've had access to the chocolatey goodness for weeks!