That banana's no good. Some nasty little critter on it.

His hair is on point but his dance moves are wack.

Japanese theater mask. Emotion is shock.

Mom told me they're in a better place now. Somewhere safe.

Suspect is in a grey pickup, late model.

You enter the next room of the dungeon. A curved blade lies upon a red silken stand. It glints in the darkness.

A virgin was thrown to the bottom of the well.

Mickey Mouse, but flesh tone instead of black. He is naked. He has no eyes.

A potato left out in the field has begun to sprout. Four tendrils reach skyward.

A black hotdog with bizzare mustard art on top of it

Lonely space mushroom drifts towards Mars.

"Mascus is bae" said the king through gritted teeth. Hair sprouts alarmingly from his ears.