Official Spa Room Candidates: Commence Campaigning

[Ungatt Trunn II]

I will sacrifice a single bullet to your snot body. Or perhaps a session in the oven. Whichever comes first. 

[Blobfish]

I will sacrifice a single bullet to your snot body. Or perhaps a session in the oven. Whichever comes first. 

No oven can contain my power, and no bullet could shatter my body. I do not dwell in the mortal realm, for it would implode if I existed in it. The oven would shatter, the bullet would expand rapidly then implode. Your face would melt off and your children would weep over your exploding body.

[Pippin]

shotgun with shrapnel

[Ungatt Trunn II]

You look like salt would cause you to curl up and die, snotslug!

[Blobfish]

You look like salt would cause you to curl up and die, snotslug!

Appearances can be deceptive. If salt touched me it would turn to gold.

[Ungatt Trunn II]

Even if chemistry worked that way, I'd still kill you.

[Pippin]

SHOTGUN WOULD OBLIVIATE HIS SLUG butt

[Blobfish]

Even if chemistry worked that way, I'd still kill you.

The thing is, if you tried to kill Blobfish you'd go insane. It is impossible. Quite literally. So save us all the humanity of seeing you lose your sanity (well, the little you have to begin with) and make me a sandwich.

[Blobfish]

SHOTGUN WOULD OBLIVIATE HIS SLUG [Behind]

Please, my breakfast is pretty much somebody shooting a shotgun repeatedly into my mouth.

[Ungatt Trunn II]

Do you like things shooting repeatedly into your mouth, snot?

[Blobfish]

Do you like things shooting repeatedly into your mouth, snot?

Depends on the bullet, commie.

If I'm real peckish, I garnish a rocket in oil and gunpowder.

[Ungatt Trunn II]

You can live or die, it makes no difference to me.

[Blobfish]

You can live or die, it makes no difference to me.

I'm off to play golf with my good pal Richard Nixon, enjoy your meaningless existence and make me a sandwich while you're at it!

[Pippin]

HES A LITTLE FAT PUFF! oh wait... thats you

[Krowdon]

DESTROY THE BLOBFISH