Grover pulls in a close second. Dude was obviously tripping most of the time. Loved fucking with customers, I mean how often did he mess with that bald dude's mind at the restaurant. A game of near and far is all the entertainment he needs. And, he gets to fly around as Super Grover, all the while wearing a dope ass gladiator helmet.

Cookie Monster would be fun. He knew where to get the good weed. Those were serious space cookies he munched on. Plus the googly eyes. How awesome is it to freak other people out by eating whatever is in front of you, like letters of the alphabet, and have your eyes spining in opposite directions.

The Swedish Chef gets some props. Dude had a shooting match with Mexican lobsters. Homey had one of those porno accents. Doo dee doo dee doo, bork bork bork - his own Nordic Esquivel fuck film soundtrack.

If he didn't live in a cavernous garbage can Oscar would have it goin on. Green is my favorite color. And as one curmudgeonly cantankerous cynic to the the other he always gets dap from me. Who else could get away with pissing on other people's parties and slashing the tires of all those optomistic idiots? The Grouch rocks.

Because he is a super freak, super freaky ow, Gonzo has my heart. Gotta be an alien and that will have to work out in his favor when the offworlders come to claim this planet. Little purple fella just takes too much of a beating, enjoys avant garde theater inexhaustibly, and he fucks chickens. I ain't fuckin chickens.

Yeah Animal wins.