Oh, errr, ahem. :o Sorry about that. I blame the eclairs.
No no, dont go back to bed. Wake up, wake up!! We have to run away from the hills
If they feed enough eclairs to that, then it might leave us alone.
Right! Men, ready the 1920’s style Bugsy Malone splurge guns!
Um,… using eclairs may be a good idea, but,um, are we prepared for the icky aftermath?
Yeah, we have tongues at the ready: 
You’re going to use only tongues to go up against… that?!!
I’d better get the tarps, umbrellas, and firehose.
Great! Just don’t fall asleep again.
Its Bun Bun
Just keep Baywatch on the television, the beast will be placated.
Declan
Yeah, don’t change the channel on him. That’d be just schtupid.
:: PAF! ::
What the hell was that?
I’m telling you people, it’s just a glob of dead whale.
Oh, wait, glob of dead whale doesn’t make that noise.
Um, which way are the hills I’m supposed to not run towards? :eek:
That way…Ack!! it made that noise again!! RUN!!!
Rum?
Alright!
: gives it a nip of rum :
:smack: no no no! Look at what you have done. the only thing more dangerous than a that is an intoxicated that. RUN RUN!!!
Well, better it than my cat!
It drank my BEER! It’s going to get it!
Oh, was that yours? Sorry, it was just sitting there in the fridge hidden in the back of the bottom crisper drawer, behind a bunch of old vegetables, stuffed inside three PathMark bags, covered in Post-It notes reading “Property of Cicero! Do NOT Effing Touch!” and I didn’t know it was yours. S’cool…I got’cha on the next beer run. 
You know, running away from that after drinking beer will only slow you down. BTW, where are the eclairs?
Oh, were those eclairs? I used them to, um… lubricate the getaway ramp. Yeah, that’s it. Getaway ramp.
<trying to distract noname>
RUN!!!
For all the nasty minded Dopers among us: EEEWwwwww!