Mm-Mph-Muh-Mph-Mff!
(Then, after he loosens the bandage over his mouth:)
Kharis is my name,
I’m not Imhotep, you see.
I’m wrapped up and pickled,
and survive on tanna leaf tea.
Between the priest and archaeologists,
there’s just no rest for me!
My right arm is crippled, but
my left one is intact.
And I have poor depth perception,
because my right eye I lack!
But I would feel complete
if I had my Ananka back!
Oh it’s tough to be a monster!
Shufflin' 'cross the desert sand.
So I got my fiends together.
We are the Monster-ous Blues Band!
1 comment:
These are so funny! I like the movie references.
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