“I thought the Thing liked old potato casserole.”
Don’t have any potato casserole. But I do have some overaged pasta e fagioli that it might like. It’s got some mold on it. And it does seem to like soiled kleenex.
OK. So the thing ate the pasta. What do I do now? I don’t suppose it has a name? I DID notice that it likes listening to Johnny Cash....”Ring of Fire.” No accounting for taste I guess. It sort of purred along. Or maybe that was flatulence?
The thing does need a name. How ‘bout “Vishnu, the destroyer of worlds?” Naaah. That’s been used. Beelzebub? Naaah.
Oh criminy! The thing isn’t housebroken. Great. Just great.....