Monsters.

There is a serial killer (of your choice) tapping on your 2nd storey bedroom window and the object to your left is your weapon.

Your worst nightmare.

Stripper dabbing (censored version)

Two oranges watching two other oranges making baby oranges.

The Sun is beginning to engulf the Earth. A lone pine tree crashes head first onto the solid ground, penetrating an unsuspecting passerby.

It's an alien.

And the finalist for this year's Santa Claus competition is ... *drumroll*, Bob the Blobfish!

I don't know, literally.

Kirby. Just Kirby.

A rasist young boy.

A blue eyed man with a spider residing on his glorious brown hair tells you to get it off.