Count Chocula’s out here, “I vant to suck your credibility” while Frankenberry’s in the corner looking like someone dumped a science experiment into Pepto Bismol and dared it to grow a personality.
Their big reveal is probably a grainy Polaroid of you standing next to a bowl of bran flakes. Caught in 4K! Ohhhh no look at you opting for fiber. They got you! Next they will find you drinking water and getting eight hours of sleep! What will you do next ya little trouble maker?!
They’ve truly cracked the case.
The interrogation? Count Chocula dramatically slams a cereal box on the table like “We have proof!” Frankenberry’s nervously sweating pink milk.
You were set up by a count who can’t count carbs and a walking pink mistake who looks like they got fired from Willy Wonka’s factory.
Meanwhile the real MVP is Captain Crunch. You know you’ve made it when your cereal shreds the roof of people’s mouths and they still come back for more.
He’s not just a captain, he’s the crunch commander. His cereal doesn’t just survive milk, it thrives in it. That’s elite breakfast level performance. Pure, unfiltered crunch that speaks for itself.....mmmm crunchatize me.
I'll be here til I'm not.
Thank you Rose 🖤✨🖤💫🖤