Otter.

His punkin.

Its follicular foliage.

I didn't get a single photo of this one that didn't cut off some part of its leaves or flowers.

It was really, really dim in there.

And I was really very drunk.

Too inebriated to be handling giant knives and antique icepicks, I'm sure, despite the exponentially raised Fun Level brought on by excessive inebriants combined with dangerous tools.

In retrospect, I'm surprised any of the photos turned out at all.