you can get used to anything

If the first group of children knocking on your door for Halloween were all fused together, limbs and plastic masks, one towering antennae on top from which dangles a pumpkin bucket: You’d be freaked out

But by the third or fourth fused child-golem you’d get used to it.

Is what I’ve been telling the villagers because my basement full of flesh experiments just will not shut up about going out and trick or treating, no matter how many times I’ve hit them with the hose and shouted SILENCE!

A monstrous child trick or treating

[artist credit: @rapidpunches]