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“Oh no, I can’t watch this part! This is the scene where the last surviving camper goes into the scary old house, then she slowly walks up the stairs, step by creaking step, until she reaches the top where she finds — an empty supper dish!“
You know, rollers, curling irons, hairspray… things like that.
“Okay, kid, if you’re gonna join me on window duty, you gotta learn the rules. First, if it’s wearing a uniform, bark at it. If it’s a dog, bark at it. If it’s wearing a loud floral muu-muu and support stockings, that’s Grandma. We like Grandma.”
In the eyestrain-inducing spaces of nature’s unforgiving realm, the battle for supremacy is harsh and tragic. Here, a mother bengal cat encounters two cubs not her own. Fearing a threat to her dominance, she attacks the younglings. (We present this brutal moment in its entirety and with suitably dramatic musical accompaniment. Viewer discretion advised.)
I can’t watch, Andrew Y.