The Strobe Probe!

So dVerse is going all picture once more at their shore and the cat just had to share, with each and every lair, the scary sight that is out there. Go out at night if you dare!


Beware the evil stare.
For when you get caught in his glare,
You are screwed.
The alien with the mohawk will give you attitude.

As in shove his instrument up your bum.
It will give off a hum.
I hear it gives off the tune,
To I Did It My Way making your cheeks swoon.

And nowhere across the globe,
Are you safe from the singing probe.
Worse yet it is like a disco ball,
And lights you up at your hall.

You will turn all new shades,
And sadly it never fades.
One day you will be brown,
The next day blue as you go across town.

Oh the misery,
That will be brought upon thee.
If you were to see,
This alien at your tree.

But there is a way,
To kill it at your bay.
I hear it is hard to do,
And has only been attempted by a few.

Sadly they were too late,
And the probe was their fate.
It is something you may hate,
And not something you'd ever put on your plate.

But it has to be done,
Unless you want probing fun.
The cat is even appalled,
As it could make anyone go bald.

In order to kill the mohawk alien at your sea,
You have to go back to Z.
As in what I showed you,
That is right, you have to grab a zombie toe and chew.

Then when he glares at you,
He will be zombified from such a view.
Then just chop off his head,
And that is that, he'll be dead.

So now you know how to kill a mohawk alien with a probe that hums I Did It My Way and turns you all the colors of the rainbow. So which will you choose? Either way you kind of lose. You have to eat a zombie toe or allow the probe to make you all disco. Decisions, decisions for one and all. I hope he never comes to your hall. The cat will try gas if he tries to stick any humming, glowy thing up my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.