Insane tentacle eating bug coming through. Make way for totally insane tentacle eating bug, please.
...what have we here?
Hello, sir. I am an insane tentacle eating bug. You are a tentacle, therefore I must eat you now. Please remain calm, it will be very painful as I spit acid on you and slurp up the digested goo.
Of course. I am very pleased and excited to be a part of the magical circle of life. Eat away, my friend.
...AND THE CIRCLE OF LIFE CONTINUES
I'm nothing until my morning cup of insane tentacle eating bug poo.
No, I'm a magic tentacle. And you are a semi-retarded pink donkey thing. I cannot be your daddy.
Princess Twinkies, are you my daddy?
Aww, that is so sweet. No, semi-retarded pink donkey thing, I am not your daddy. I am a girl cthulhu and girl cthulhus can't be daddies, only mommies. But I'm not your mommy either.
Melty the Snowman, are you my daddy?
Sure, whatever. Go fix my goddamn dinner and clean the garage.
A day like this makes me want to experiment with homosexuality, which psychologists assure me is completely normal in this stage of my sexual development.