See? These are the kind of thoughts I have. What if the gross thing in the bowl is actually the gross thing they’ve SAID is in the bowl.
I avoid haunted houses.
I’m waiting for Vachel to eat the guts, or to say that the predator was his relative, or both. (Although if the predator was Vachel’s relative, why didn’t he fly?)
Awww, the bunnies are trying so hard.
I love how Blake is hungry in the last panel ;D
I always liked The Box. You could put anything in The Box. Fifty-two grapes and an eyeball. Sixteen scouring pads and one tarantula. Twelve candles and a finger. Just put your hand inside and….
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