Unnamed horrors, apparently.
Creepy and Creepier; buy the set.
To give them names is to give them power.
Do The Children of the Corn have names?
Carl and Carol. Carl is not the kid I'd want to be stuck in a box with either.
It is not a request.
It's a trap. Like a stray cat, if you name them they're yours... forever.
Last time I saw something that creepy it was chasing Karen Black around a house with a steak knife.
Napkin Tablecloth and Stodgy McFeltypants.
First thing to pop into my head.
I name you Hansel and GetthefuckoutofhereyoucreepyfucksAHHHHH.
Yikes! In black and white, that could pass for an old family photo of my dead ancestors.
I have no mouth and I must scream.
My first thought was:
rapey-Ole and Lena
I'd demand a Unicorn Chaser, but it would probably turn out to be a creepy smooth pink unicorn with menacing wall-eyes and a blunt, somewhat curved horn that makes you vaguely uncomfortable.
"Cereal Killer: FYI man, alright. You could sit at home, and do like absolutely nothing, and your name goes through like 17 computers a day. 1984? Yeah right, man. That's a typo. Orwell is here now. He's livin' large. We have no names, man. No names. We are nameless!"
Crash and burn?
Cereal killer and Lord nikon?
I was gonna go with Crabby and Crabbier.
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