It was just another peaceful morning for Thornton Fozzwort — or so he thought. As the first rays of sun fell across his face, he blinked and prepared to greet the day, only to come face to face with… The Towering Tongue of Terror!
More like The Blep of Banality, but whatever. (Reddit)
He’s so round..!
I was expecting a number after a name like Thornton Fozzwort like the third or the fourth.