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!
Could you even imagine shanking a sweet friend like this?