Macklish
When a human turns into a babbling mess of bad decisions and bad grammar. They can still move but their tongue is now a spaghetti noodle.
"I’m gonna build a spaceship outta beer cans.", said while trying to balance on a chair.
"Why is the moon crying?", asked while wearing a hat made of confetti.
"I’m the god of tacos. You’re the devil of cereal.", yelled at a friend during a midnight snack.