with streams of protons, we go after remnants of the dead, we zap then trap, and store them at home. with a big white box that opens wide, we capture slime, while cracking wise. if you see is running to you, please keep running away, but just remember this, who you gonna call?

You may or may not enjoy this style of humour; the term itself carries a violent connotation

Having plenty can make you feel grand, But pulling it in public is seldom well-planned. It bends sometimes, yet stands erect, Always capped with a head, you'd expect. It gives you nerve, keeps you steady and fine- Name it carefully: what is mine?

In the bathroom, I'm a helpful tool, with a funny name that rhymes with bunger. What am I

Where muddy waters trap the bold, A maze of muck and tales untold. A sticky mess, where hope goes to die, Also a friend of the Family Guy.