I'm going to Hell and I regret nothing
So I picked up the giant Scar plushie the Disney Store has right now a while back (it is indeed awesome and everyone needs one). After some squeeing my friend came upon the realization that I could probably jam costumes made for medium sized dogs on him. Being me, I immediately sought out something truly fitting and worthy to shove on him for Halloween.
I feel like I should be ashamed for committing a horrible sacrilege, but I regret nothing. And hey, it's not like Scar isn't already ~*FABULOUS*~ and works that unicorn costume like a pro.