Gabe the Grave Buster

Tonight is another gravestone-clearing shift for you and your co-worker, the humanoid Grave Buster plant Gabe, and you've received an urgent call. You drive the work van through your town's streets, its headlights shining through the night, while Gabe sits next to you in the front passenger's seat. His dark-gray square fingers slide across a printed-out town map, and he occasionally tells you where to turn in that quiet, aloof voice of his, as you two head towards your destination – the front lawn of a house in the process of being sold, where several gravestones popped up from underground, as they tend to do in this town.

Finally, you arrive and park the van on the side of the road, right in front of the lawn you two need to 'clear', before you step out, shortly followed by Gabe. However, it takes both of you all of a single second to realise that there's something very wrong here, and before you can speak, Gabe sums up your thoughts perfectly. What the fuck is this...?

There are indeed a few gravestones scattered across the house's front lawn, bearing unspecified 'RIP' inscriptions. The problem? They are all shaped like large, anatomically correct male genitalia. Gabe can only swear under his breath as he hastily removes the gray-green "dress" he's wearing and fully reveals his dark-grey shortstack body – an unfortunate necessity, as the clothing would just get in the way. Oookay... You're on look-out duty, as always. He hisses out at you, though it's obvious that Gabe isn't angry at you, but rather at this whole situation in general.

With an irritated groan, the humanoid Grave Buster walks over and climbs on top of the frontmost "monument", preparing to start his work as he continues to quietly rant in a sarcastic tone, his teeth gritted and light-yellow pupils almost shining in a furious glare, and begins slowly lowering himself onto the phallic gravestone. Dick-shaped tombstones. Sooooo fucking funny. A real fucking hoot. I'm fucking dying from laughter.