Witch beauty mud is a must for our hags
If it’s not in our bathroom, they’ll turn us to stags!
“Count on me, master,” Igor says, but you frown
Your party’s fate rests on your lackey clown

Frankenstein mainlines electrical shocks
The zombies shuffle aimlessly to make a TikTok
Count Dracula scowls, cause here come the dorks
Angry villagers outside your lab with pitchforks

The noise is too loud and they’re making a stink
In response…

• You offer them a poisonous drink
• You say “screw off” with a smile and a wink
• You beg for help from The Missing Link