If I was a student at Hogwarts I’d use Howlers to send nice messages to people.
So you’d be sitting there in the Great Hall eating breakfast when an owl drops a Howler in front of you. You, and everyone else on your table, just stares at it as it trembles, explodes open, shrieks I WANT TO TOUCH YOUR SWEET BUTT and then dissolves into flames.
You Probably Get That A Lot - They Might Be Giants
I love how a lot of TMBG songs teach me something new. I’ve learned about the mammalian family tree, Freudian-era psychological definitions, the ‘64 World’s Fair, innumerable historical figures (often presidents), and not to mention there’s their “Here Come the…” educational children’s albums.
Well, this time I’ve learned what a cephalophore is and understand that when meeting one, they perhaps are not in the mood for someone to bring up their severed head as a topic starter.