Slugs
Bluedepth

"It doesn't look like anyone lives here. // We'll see about that! We'll get this house full of Orphans and trashy prostitutes, just you wait and see!"

Neville Park
Neville Park
nev@status.nevillepark.ca

FUN FACT: slugs are technically just shell-less snails. There are "semi-slugs" with partial shells. And various groups of snails lost their shells independently, so "slug" isn't a real group; it encompasses many different lineages more closely related to snails with shells than to each other.

#Monsterdon 🐌

Srol
Srol
srol@mellified.men

I really didn't clock the old man on the couch getting attacked by slugs. I thought he was just going through it. #monsterdon

Bluedepth

Lets take my car, the bouncy cop wagon of Silver Spoons fame.

Ben Zanin
Ben Zanin
gnomon

Dismissal of the difference between snails and slugs, get that on yer bingo cards

Randy_underscore_S
Randy_underscore_S
randy_s@mefi.social

#monsterdon An adorable drunk and a small dog early in the movie. You should always develop a bit of attachment for such fond characters in these sort of m- whoa WTF movie!

Bluedepth

He's a college educated toilet flusher. Flush a whole bunch of times, so many times, gotta get all of it to the White House after all. Ahem.

Overdrawn at the Gravitas Bank
Overdrawn at the Gravitas Bank
EmptySet@dobbs.town

(Forgot to hashtag this hours ago.)

In a "National Lampoon" "Letters from the Editors" column c.1976C.E., a series of letters followed along with a new version of the classic thriller "Leiningen versus the Ants" called "Leiningen versus the Snails" in which the eponymous character has plenty of time waiting for the onslaught.

#monsterdon

Bluedepth

So much Polyester, I feel the static charge building. I will begin to levitate.

Violinknitter
Violinknitter
Violinknitter@wandering.shop

β€œThose kids could’ve killed me, but I survived!!!”

My dude, maybe don’t walk down the exact center of the road.

Also please don’t offer liquor to the dog. #Monsterdon

Ben Zanin
Ben Zanin
gnomon

Like most other people, I am also very commonly offended by my own leftover pizza, and I often express this displeasure by yeeting the slices and the box into my industrial-scale slug farm down the basement stairs. My suspension of disbelief is resolute and unshaken!