The humanoid whatsit stood overlooking the huge grinder, and slowly turned its huge, metallic head as I approached. It seemed to be a giant pressure cooker, or maybe a barbeque grill.


Oh, hey there little meatlet, didn't see you there. Excuse my rudeness, I'm BBQ GIRLL.

Oh no. It was a barbeque grill. And it was a pun. Why couldn't I have woken up in an evil monster universe that didn't make puns? There can't just be the pun one, right? May as well get this sandwich business over with...