"Has anyone seen my sword? I'd get right on that sword swallowing trick I promised if only I could find it."
Sarah: I'm not cleaning no radioactive litter box.
Torrell had no costume until he stole the hat from a man with an unusual voice and a stick thin girlfriend.
Christine wasn't one for jealousy, but she really wished Brian would stop licking himself. That was going to be the surprise part of her costume.
Nothing quite says "fight the power" like drinking microbrews.
Who knew that limes could seem so disrespectful to the dead.
Nothing says Juicy Couture like luchadores and tights.
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.
Garth loves the classics. And is startled by bright lights, hair clippers, and mentioning his virginity.
No one had the heart to tell Sarah that the undead prom was down the street. Besides, someone had to eat the brain dip.
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!
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?
This photo is part of Mika's "See, even witches floss!" ad campaign.
As Torrell drank, he grew uncomfortable and shed layers of clothes. Another 10 minutes and things would cease to be PG-13.
