The Bowgart from My Singing Monsters is the best monster in My Singing Monsters. Not only does it have the most delightful melody, but its perfectly streamlined body and rock-hard horns are magnificence exemplified. Its furry blue abdomen is the most beautiful example of modern monster evolution. The pearly white buckteeth set it apart from other inferiorly mouthed monsters. For example, the Maw. The yellowed teeth and tumor it calls a “tongue” are nowhere near the utterly sublime mouth of the Bowgart. The Bowgart’s mastery of the cello puts it firmly in the upper echelons of monster society. The inferior lower-class monsters such as the Potbelly are clearly worse in every way imaginable. The complete and utter inferiority of the Potbelly is clear when one begins to closely examine the differences between them. The unsightly bulge in the Potbelly’s middle is clearly surpassed by the toned abs of the Bowgart. The puke green of the Potbelly is outshined by the pure sky-blue color of the Bowgart. The superior instrument that the Bowgart plays is perfectly coordinated with its magnificently curved horns. Meanwhile, the Potbelly simply belches out discordant melodies from its two oddly shaped faces.

Furthermore, the Bowgart is clearly the most fuckable monster in My Singing Monsters. Its dexterous three-toed feet provide the best footjobs known to man and monster kind. The four arms allow for multiple monster enthusiasts (such as myself) to receive the most glorious handjobs ever experienced. The finger muscles developed from a lifetime of cello playing are \*made\* to be used for this exact situation. Finally, the potential for vaginal stimulation is multiplied fourfold.

I wish that one day I can experience the euphoria caused by a Bowgart’s massive throbbing cello being rammed up my ass. If I’m lucky, the Bowgart will be mature enough to have a cello capable of reaching my upper intestine. All I want in life is to meet a Bowgart and have its glorious instrument shoved into my anus and rip its way through my gut. I want to be able to see the outline of the cello pushing its way through my digestive system. All I desire is to climax to the unimaginable experience of anal penetration by a Bowgart while the bottom of its cello scrapes my ballsack. The Bowgart climaxes alongside me, pumping my stomach full of thick, creamy, blue Bowgart cum. At that moment, I scream with pleasure as his nut blasts out of my mouth and nose with the strength of Niagara Falls. As I slowly pass out from the shear volume of semen flowing through my pathetic mortal body, I look to the face of the Bowgart. His magnificent teeth grin at me as I slowly fade to black.