I am Cheezora, monster from the Midwest! My Siberian Super Yodel and fire breath will send the Hellizards and the Monster Mafia back to Purgatory! And geez, those stupid Eggs of Brutality, if the Cells of Power and Spores of Peace hadn't come along, my radioactive diet cheese body would be on Seed's nachos!
Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to explode on you. I just got into a hand-to-hand combat with a Space-Gargantuan after he swallowed the moon whole, belched and nearly wiped all life off the Earth-he's that big-and I'm a little pooped. Welcome to this site. Next time, you'll be welcomed by the great and powerful NonWobble Man. Bye!
This is the first picture that did not come out of the gallery that I've put up! I adopted him, he's Space G, the SpaceGodzilla!
This is a poem I wrote called "Ode to Toad". I found a toad out in the road. I gave that toad a toad abode. He didn't like his toad abode, because it had no toad commode. For a week I dealt with that load of toad, and then he left, he hit the road. And then.... Down the street came a produce truck. Poor toad. He should've stayed in his toad abode.
