Torrell: I will eat your delicious face meat. But I will not kiss you. So stop asking me that Mr.PinkSkull.
Behold the creepy paper towels! Err, the creepy blood punch.
The unholy spread.
Torrell claims the last box for himself. And for the Dutch.
"I'm a little drunk. I'm just balancing random things on my head now. Where's that cat?"
Jen: So there I was, prancing, like usual...
"Fred? Fred! They got you?!"
Sean: Why does everyone have a drink but me? It's not cuz of that night with the gin, the waffle iron and the unfortunate scars, is it?
As Torrell drank, he grew uncomfortable and shed layers of clothes. Another 10 minutes and things would cease to be PG-13.
This photo is part of Mika's "See, even witches floss!" ad campaign.
Torrell: See, so it goes into the sheath. And then...back out. And then in....and back out. And in....and then..
Everyone: We get it!
No one had the heart to tell Sarah that the undead prom was down the street. Besides, someone had to eat the brain dip.
Garth loves the classics. And is startled by bright lights, hair clippers, and mentioning his virginity.
Christina only takes off her gloves when she's about to eat, or when she's ready to challenge someone to a duel. This was a tossup.
