Post-Friday Beast Blogging: The "Who Goes There?" Edition
RILEY: Taking me to the vet...Ha! Think you can just show up with a pet taxi and I'll climb meekly inside? Trying pulling up in a pet limo, then maybe I'll--
RILEY: What was that?!
RILEY: You heard it too, didn't you? That was no human sound (as repulsive as those usually are)...This was a bone-chilling, muted roar, like the moist, rattling exhalation of something...not of this world. Some...Lovecraftian horror that logic tells us cannot exist, and yet which has always existed. A malign force beyond nature, older than time and space, the very sight of which can drive men mad!
RILEY: Whatever it is...It must be destroyed.
RILEY: One of you guys take care of that, will you? I gotta go to the vet...
MOONDOGGIE: ZZZZ-z-z-z-huh? I had a dream that I was being destroyed...in my Maidenform Bra...