The raccoons should be able to smell crime, and be voiced by Dolph Lundgren. And there should be hardcore sex.

It seems to me…
That while the world needs less ke$ha, it needs more dancing spacemen.

*Leaps to Defense* A.V. Talk's like my favorite feature. *Retreats into Shadow*

I've decided I like them. It kinda sounds like the type of music that Cthulhu would party to in his non-euclidean bachelor pad

Note: Violent J died on the way back to his home planet.

They were too beautiful for this planet.

Fucking dancing: how does it work?

… I guess I'd have to compare the relative cost.

I'm just gonna buy his sister a drink and cut out the fucking middleman.