Cursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?
















I come equipped with stereophonic funk producin' disco inducin' twin magnetic rock receptors. Wind me up! I'll dance, I'll sing, I'll play with you!
Pour some spiked eggnog, put on an ugly sweater, and gather around the fire to sing this holiday classic.
Kids! Bless their little hearts. If they were really made out of gold, Darth Vader and Thanos would sell them on the open market and make...
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