Erin: Hey! I said there wouldn’t be karaoke this month!
Fangirl 1: Tough. We’re doing the Grinch song!
Fangirl 2: And we’re not even changing the lyrics. Well, only a little bit…
Fangirls: You’re a mean one, Mrs. Grinch
You really are a heel
You’re as cuddly as a cactus,
you’re as charming as an eel, Mrs. Grinch!
You’re a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
You’re a monster, Mrs. Grinch.
Your heart’s an empty hole!
Your brain is full of spiders,
You’ve got garlic in your soul, Mrs. Grinch!
I wouldn’t touch you with a 39½-foot pole!
You’re a vile one, Mrs. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile!
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile, Mrs. Grinch!
(Given the choice between the two of you,
I’d take the seasick crocodile!)
You’re a foul one, Mrs. Grinch.
You’re a nasty-wasty skunk!
Your heart is full of unwashed socks;
Your soul is full of gunk, Mrs. Grinch!
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote:
“Stink. Stank. Stunk!”
You’re a rotter, Mrs. Grinch.
You’re the queen of sinful sots!
Your heart’s a dead tomato splotched
with moldy purple spots, Mrs. Grinch!
Your soul is an appalling dung heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled-up knots!
You nauseate me, Mrs. Grinch
With a nauseous super-naus!
You’re a crooked, jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked hoss, Mrs. Grinch!
You’re a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!
Erin: I didn’t approve of this, I swear.
Integra: Good. Because after putting me in this dress, you’re in enough trouble already.
