You’d think there was a monster keeping some students from turning in final papers on time. I’ve never personally had this excuse used on me, but I’m fairly certain a few have mulled over its use.
On the flip side, I recall finals being overwhelmingly frightening as a freshman, and increasingly becoming less threatening as I went along. How about you?
MONSTER: I'm the Finals Monster!
MONSTER: I pump your body full of caffeine, deprive you of sleep, and then feast off your bloodshot eyes like they were maraschino cherries! Mwahahaha!
MEGAN: I think you're being over dramatic.
RICK: He said you'd say that.