the pain in my soul burns like a pile of quik-lite charcoal

a heart of gold - but separated by a great weight - a lock to keep no one out - a search unsearched

Ron's sweet tooth begins to interfere with the fight against the powers of darkness and hatred.

a voyeuristic duckling peeps at a man who has just taken a shower; he stands, uncertain and shy, with a blue towel girding his loins

a headless snowman confronts his existential dread

definitely not butler robot, no sir, not at all

a sad slug puking chocolate/strawberry/pistachio ice cream on GAFF?

a bottle of ketchup making fun of an ear of corn

Tropicana's space exploration program