TOO *urp* MUCH *urp* IRON

I suppose it doesn’t help that I ate all your muscles.

I’m sure those are piccolos.

You have to admit, our kitchen sink is now draining better than ever.

This game would be a lot easier if orcs could say “please.”

They say that her eardrums grew three sizes that day!

Your flower is spurting butterflies from its chest wound. 

I’M PEACHY! FINE! NEAT-O-RIFFIC! AAH!