“Whoa there, big fella. No dickie. No entry.”

Stymied on the veranda, the conflicted monster grunted.

With Timewarp blasting through the party’s haze, the monster cautiously scanned the sorority’s grinnin’-and-twinnin’ knob goblins before whipping out little Frankenfurter for inspection.

“What unholy thing’s that?” Mary cooed. “It’s fucking green. Balls too. Talk about costume commitment. Sis, I think we have a weiner.”

“So Frankie, wanna tap some Hungarian ghoul ass?” Shelley asked as each cock troll modelled their curvaceous gourd.

“Maybe makey some pumpkin cream pie?” Mary added.

“Me. Fucky. Gob-lins!” the stomping monster excitedly bellowed. “Me. LOVE. Pie!”