August 6, 2011 by Kim
The Beast has been laying pretty low lately. I’ve caught him a time or two running laps throughout the house with a single sock hanging from his mouth, but that’s been the worst of it.
Seems The Beast may have merely been in training.
Once upon a time there was a blue plastic Spider Monkey toy that resided in our home…
*sidenote, I’m beginning to suspect that Dickie may actually be Tyra Bank’s albino son…. Hello, 7.5-head*
Dickie coveted dear Spider Monkey from the day he first laid eyes on him and Spider Monkey found Dickie’s dome an easy way to get from Point A to Point B. It was quite the beautiful friendship.
One afternoon, last week, I came home to 3 very sad faces.
“Beast ate Spider Monkey” was all they had to say.
I sighed and inquired what had been left of our little buddy.
“Nothing” Anthony whispered…
Wow…. The Beast has apparently leveled-up.
This morning, The Beast terrified the toy community of our house once again…
I guess he realized that leaving the morbid remains, for us to find, is far more satisfying.
Sorry, Trunks… Maybe if you were full blooded Saiyan you could have defeated The Beast…
Wait!!!! Where the hell are his feet?!?! *sigh*
That’s right, Beast! Look away! Feel shamed!
He honestly stood like that for about 3 minutes…. I figure he’s either horrified by his monstrous actions… or he’s spotted his next chew toy.