The nomenclature given to the demonic spawn slithering through the vas deferens of time and space. Recoiling at the sacred light, these bundty beasts reign down like blood from an altar in the sky, striking fear into the innocent! With briney claw, a Luke Palmer will scratch a soul from its unlucky possessor, spread mayonnaise over it and engulf it with a flaming maw more ravaging than George Clooneys good looks. Said to only be smitten with the lost trident of Poseiden, Luke Palmers continue to soil the earth with rigorous beastiality and over indulgence in the petty whims of man.
If you don't eat your vegetables the Luke Palmer will skin the Bogey Man alive and then come to defecate on your soul.