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You're a mean one, Mister Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mister Grinch!
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel.
You're a monster, Mister Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders, you've got garlic in your soul, Mister Grinch!
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty nine and a half foot pole.
You're a vile one, Mister Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mister Grinch!
Given the choice between the two of you, I'd take the seasick crocodile.
You're a foul one, Mister Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mister Grinch!
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,
"Stink! Stank! Stunk!"
You're a rotter, Mister Grinch.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mister Grinch!
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, mangled in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, Mister Grinch,
with a nauseous super naus.
You're a crooked, jerky jocky and you ride a crooked hoss, Mister Grinch!
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich, with arsenic sauce!