So Joclyn went crazy, and we have to stop her. She was possessed by the lemon and we need to beat it.
she’s gonna eat herself. Some lyric: Guess it’s time, you better plug in all your nightlights. What’s out there past your darkened door? It’s the eyes floating about the shore... And then I’m gonna eat your girlfriend. Or maybe turn her into broth. (LaLaLa La La)
