Midnight Pals: Gross Time (Patreon)

Aron Beauregard: Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this the tale of the putrescent pustules of penelope pimplepus Poe: ah yes the storied world of extreme horror Poe: certainly missed that Barker: look at mister gothic snob over here

Poe: i'm not being a snob i just Barker: oh it's always gotta be big old castles and psychological dread for you, doesn't it edgar Poe: Barker: look, sometimes we like a bit of sick

Beauregard: this is a story of crustified carbuncles, viscous vomit, and sticky slimy squishy Beauregard: Beauregard: slippery Beauregard: Beauregard: uhhhhhhhhhh Beauregard: splunge?

Beauregard: what if there was a guy and his brain melted out in big gooey greasy grimy glops of gray matter? Poe: excuse me, aron, that's a little intense for dean here Koontz: no it's not!  Koontz: stop treating me like a kid! Koontz: i'm not scared of gross stuff! >:C

RL Stine: ha ha! that's so gross! i love it! Stine: what else you got? Beauregard: oh um Beauregard: there's some Beauregard: big gooey oozing zits? Stine: are they oozing Stine: GREEN slime? Beauregard: uh Beauregard: yes? Stine: see? now that's how you do it

Beauregard: and some uhhhh Beauregard: [noticing Joyce Carol Oates' foot] verucas! yes! there were some verucas! Beauregard: i mean Beauregard: vomitous verucas

Beauregard: so this house is filled with really gross trash  Beauregard: bacon rinds and chicken bones Beauregard: drippy bits of ice cream cones Beauregard: Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel Beauregard: Gluppy glumps of cold oat meal

Beauregard: check this out Beauregard: [picks nose] Stine: ha ha! gross! ha ha! Beauregard: watch this Beauregard: i'm gonna eat it! King: ha ha! no way! no way you're gonna do it! Beauregard: I'm doing it! King: oh my g- King: Holy shit he's doing it! King: the absolute madman!!