No, I can't really explain it.
So Sam, Brianna, Lauren and I went down to the Beehive tonight. I had my sketchbook and a little too much caffeine. Lauren had a biscotti.
That's where it started.
I started drawing her biscotti, but it looked a little squishy. So I have it antennae and eyes. Biscotti slug.
The Cookie Monster followed, easily enough.
Then Lauren came up with the Evil Cake, which ended up looking rather Burtonesque. He has no legs, so he just drags himself like a zombie torso towards his victims.
Bri decided there needed to be a pie involved, so I drew the Napalm Pie. He's not evil, just misunderstood. I want to cry every time I look at him.
The Fully-Automatic Cookie Jar (and I really want to rig one of these) was Sam's idea.
The Gingerbread Man is obviously a very bad cookie who employs Gob grenades to attack the Snickerdoodle family (the wife and mother of which has fainted, there, in the background). The Ladylock (who is male) is rebelling against the Gingerbread Man's regime by blowing filling out his own head.
The Brownie came next, I think. We agreed that were a brownie to fall onto its back, it would be unable to right itself, much like a beetle or a turtle. Hence, the Brownie is Totally Fucked, 'cause the Evil Cake is after him.
The Twinkie is an unwitting time bomb.
No, I don't know why.
Happy Thanksgiving!