as your fur loses it's lustre, and you grow increasingly old, frail and bad tempered... as your ears get bigger but you hear less and less with each passing day, you may look something like this:
Before I'd seen you, I believed in god and a whole host of assorted angelic antibodies. I know now that you are the true immunogoblin.
That? No, twas just my maneuvering you into a cab to send you home where you could sick up in private.
Not to worry, the majority of people who witnessed you attempt to give me head at the door wouldn't call it that either.
Not everyone can be a citizen of the world, be thankful you are a denizen of my compassion (even with your spew gracing my shoes )
She had all those eyes painted in her back, because she thought it would enable her to see whats going on behind her...