Pillows. It's useless for me to buy pillows. One night of sleep and they're ruined from stabby-stab-stab.

And never - I mean never - being able to sleep on your side comfortably, because of the horns. But not being able to sleep on your back either, because of the tail.

Turning your head too fast, and slicing your own shoulders. Or, turning too fast, and slicing someone *else's* anatomy of choice. Ow ow ow.

And let me tell you, "Waxing the Turtle" jokes? Can we just skip those already? They were old the first time.