While perhaps not as literary as “Your face is gross”, this particular strip at least has large breasts going for it. Which raises the (oft-asked) question, “Why the hell do randy monsters of infinite species and even kingdoms have the hots for human girls at all, notwithstanding the size, firmness and pertness of the average scream queens rack?” Well, aside from the obvious reasons that the movie’s audience probably wouldn’t be as concerned if a rampaging fishman abducted a particularly young and fetching little snapping turtle. Of course, if I’m willing to suspend my disbelief far enough to accept that solving some goth Rubik’s cube open’s the gate’s of Hell, I’m willing to meet the filmmaker’s halfway in regards to a monster’s interest in the coed in the wet tank top.