Death | The Pleasantries of Princess Pricklepants

First off, look at this shirt.

Okay, now that you’ve seen it, does it make you think of a hedgehog crawling out of the chest like a chestburster from Aliens, like you’ll have a prickly spiky feeling in your chest, look down, and bam! There’s a hedgehog burrowing out of your chest, having just eaten your vital organs like they were crickets or mealworms or something, then burrowed out through your breastbone, your last sight before you pass away a cute hedgehog who has just murdered you. Your last thought, “well that really hurts, but aww, what a cute hedge…” before slipping away.

Or is it harmless and just kind of cute?

We offer this poll to settle the matter:

This is not a product endorsement, or a product disendorsement, rather it’s just a poll, we are in no way affiliated with themoutain other than in that we were briefly disturbed by the imagery in the shirt, though it you want one for some reason to scare children, or because you like it, you can find one here:

http://shop.themountain.me/big-face-hedgehog-t-shirt/

The battle lines were drawn once more, another day, another war. The Redvians set out to conquer their hated foe, the Blutopians. Blood would surely flow.

The secret weapon was unleashed! Cry havoc and let slip the hedgehog of war!

The secret weapon was rather uncooperative, since it was more interested in the back of the battle tower.

She was very comfortable there, so she took a nap.

“Um, hello, um, excuse me, so would you mind, you know, unleashing your wrath on the enemy?”

Those who wake a sleeping hedgehog quickly feel the sharp quills of pain and death.

She seemed quite pleased with the results of her rampage.

Sir Yorick remained hiding in the castle, peering out the window in terror.

She worked her way in.

Few men know the terror of an adorably pygmy hedgehog terrifyingly working its way towards you, a huge prickly-bear forcing her way through the castle door, getting ready to snuffle away viciously.