Stimpy's eyes look weird all the time. He has caught Stimpy and the elves mid-fever pitch in revelry. Stimpy is dressed in a tou-tou and an elf on a ladder is applying lipstick to his lips. Half-finished Martian machinery is scattered about amidst the tissues as they spew forth, fluttering, from a conveyor belt. Human noses are bubbling up out of green fluid.
Activity slams to a halt.
All stare at Ren a trifle sheepishly. Ren rushes to Stimpy, slapping him with extreme violence across the face, trying to knock sense back into his obviously brainwashed head. Ren swells up his chest with fury, defying them like an exorcist or something. We wish only to share our advanced knowledge. Stimpy gazes adoringly upon the glop with mindless, ecstatic reverence.