Here’s a mascot eating a cheerleader. I’d make a bigger deal out of this, but occurrences like this are well-documented throughout history. Because they’re competing forces, see. Back in the dark ages only mascots existed, and then there was a big cheerleader uprising, full of blonde hair and their shiny poms and those little kicks that they do, and for a while they drove the mascots into hiding. But it appears that the worm is about to turn again, as the mascots seem poised to strike. Maybe the cheerleader should have told the Raptor that she was his king. Or does that only work in Maurice Sendak books? –Hot Clicks.