You're a Mean One Mr. Grinch

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.

You really are a heel.

You're as cuddly as a cactus.

You're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch.

You're a bad banana with a greasy black pill.

You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.

Your heart's an empty hole.

Your brain is full of spiders.

You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch.

I wouldn't touch you with a and a half foot pole.

You're Vow Wong, Mr. Grinch.

You have termites in your smile.

You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch.

Given the choice between the two of you, I take the seasick crocodile!

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.

You're a nasty, wasty skunk.

Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch.

The three best words that describe you are as follows, and I quote...

Stink.

Stank.

Stunk.

You're a rotter.

Mr. Grinch, you're the king of sinful sots.

Your heart's a dead tomato splot with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch.

Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable.

Mangled up in tangled up knots.

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.

With a nauseous super-nose.

You're a crooked, jerky jockey and you drive a crooked horse, Mr. Grinch.

You're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich.

With arsenic sauce.