But I'm a softie for romantic ballads, such as Coulton's sweet but sad tale of unrequited love between a mad scientist and a kidnapped damsel, titled "Skullcrusher Mountain."
Especially moving are the heartfelt lyrics of the second verse:
But I get the feeling that you don't like it
What's with all the screaming?
You like monkeys, you like ponies
Maybe you don't like monsters so much
Maybe I used too many monkeys
Isn't it enough to know that I ruined a pony making a gift for you?
Sheesh. Some women are just never happy, no matter how many abominations against nature that you clone for them.