Hey, I kinda look like Evil Dude! He'd need a mustache, and a pony tail, and feet that looked like actual feet, and body parts that look like that they'd be on an actual body, and I guess at Evil Labs Inc you can wear blue jeans and a pink polo shirt when you hang around with Mellicent M--
GREAT JESUS GODDAMN WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HER?! And that TOOTH?!

And did he color it with crayons?! I used a box of Crayola 64 back in my Geocities page days--as an ironic statement. He--he's using CRAYON SCRIBBLES to color what he thinks is for his brilliant career as a future published novelist?

Crayon can mean "I'm doing this ironically, ha ha!" Crayons on your FUCKING RESUME means "I'm doing this because the other kids on the short bus won't let me on, because I embarrassed them." And then you just curse the cruel vagaries of Dame Fortuna, who keeps you from becoming the next crayon-colored Stephen King while you mop up puked Fishwiches.

"I think I failed on Mellicent Mouse's dress."

Oh. DO YOU NOW.
Because--I CAN'T REALLY SEE WHERE YOU FUCKING DID.
Was it the snaggletooth? That's really the only thing that I an see that's wrong. Because that's as far as I want to look at it.

"I wanted the color to be more closer to Amy Rose's original dress, like in this [link] ."

(rubs temples)
Sure. Don't have an idea of your own. Rip it off baby, rip it ALL off!

Is it just me, or does every time you see some Davey thingum, one synapse of your brain goes "Hoorah! Tis funny silly!" while another dozen synapses go "Shit. Eyeballs are making us see this again. AGAIN!" and then they just sob and quietly die?