Sarah: You're sure smearing charcoal and car grease on my face is more realistic than just makeup?
Left to their own devices (with a little help from that mood candle in the middle), a pumpkin and tortilla chips are natural lovers.
The luchador's secret weapon - fucking heaps of cilantro.
No one had the heart to tell Sarah that the undead prom was down the street. Besides, someone had to eat the brain dip.
Who knew that limes could seem so disrespectful to the dead.
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.
The M&M assassins. Deadly, yet upbeat.
Vince: Feel my massive arm!
Everyone: Feels kind of like a polyester jacket.
Vince: It's a cotton blend you fools!
Nothing quite says "fight the power" like drinking microbrews.
Jen tried very hard to prove she wasn't prejudiced against witches. Here she was thinking "See, I'll even let one serve me food!"
Everyone, this is Jackie.
This is Jackie wearing glitter wings.
This is Jackie debating whether or not it'd be easier to kill all the humans for this humiliation, or just bite off his new wings.
