Well hello lunch buddies! Shall we sit in the park today while I eat each one of your tiny little faces off? Thanks for being so cheerful about all this, you're real troopers.
Wait, is the one eating brains the work key or the locker? Or is that the bullet wound? Zombies, you're so confusing!
At first I was kinda grossed out by the weird tumor lumps on top of these donuts and then I saw that they are kitty ears and I squeed. True story!
Don't laugh so hard, guys, you're next.
They haven't grown their pokey bits yet, they're safe to cuddle.
There are many different types of mustaches, as you can see. All of them of course are sweet as cake. I'm a fan of the little inspector there on the bottom with the wee bristly stache.