Actually, time hadn't slowed down, it's just that nobody wanted to accept the horror, the sheer horror of the scene that the roaring steel left behind in its wake--the image was etched forever in the memory of the stunned onlookers: body parts and baby carriage barely distinguishable as if a horrible cybernetic experiment had gone terribly wrong--they glance and the last they saw of the iron death was a license plate reading WotC.
The the meat and carriage began to move.
Because, having just achieved life, this grotesque and twisted mockery of life really wanted a happy meal and an ice cream cone.
And so when meat-baby rocketed into the golden armpits (#999) it was both stunned and surprised to look upon Demogorgon, but it didn't pause for long because it's tummy felt empty.
Too bad the milkman never came.
The street sweepers union (Local 233) went on strike rather than clean up THAT mess.
Weird Al wrote a song and there was a Live Aid concert for the distressed bulette.
Fab 5 Freddy and Cameo had a cameo in the video.
Their ringleader, a high strung dalmation, decided to give the would be Children's show dinosaur a good drubbing and threw him to the ground, biting his velvety purple tail and beating him with a bag of snausages, but Barney kept his loving disposition and hugged the Dalmation, pledging his friendship in a queer, singsong voice.
Pleased with himself for a job well done, the Grim Reaper tossed his scythe up onto his shoulder and headed backstage in search of the craft-services table.
As was the kid from that seventies show who is named after that hat thing.
The voice whispering mad dreams into the mind of the insane echoes with undertones of a kutcher.
Do bears bear?
The Private Dick pondered these questions as he stepped on a piece of gum while crossing the sun scorched road.
He had a meeting with a woman, he glanced at her business card and re-read her unusual name.
At that moment, four young black men where crossing the road carrying a huge pink fish on their shoulders ( like a coffin ) -- the car traffic slowed for them as if this were a normal occurrence in this town.
It was the dreaded albino thunnus albacares, the great pink tuna, the magical ingredient required to summon deceased pink reptilian children's show host's from the afterlife.
Chunks of rotting purple flesh sluffed away and entrails slithered from his bright green tummy.
"It's easy," he said, "you just have to use your imagination!"--then he ripped Baby Bop's oversized head off and cast it down the steps before his sepulchre.