Imagine: It’s Halloween. You’re looking at some spooky jack-o-lanterns. And then some dude dressed like a pumpkin monster rises up from the ground and starts prancing around. Pants. Shat.
I think I’d be more horrified that he started doing the YMCA dance. If you’re a pumpkin monster who’s going to kill me, fine. No need to taunt me in the process, though. That’s just rude.