For pondering age-old questions like, "How would you get a dead mouse on a crescent roll with some steak?", the surreal circus that was the GOP presidential debate just got what it deserved: a spectacular Bad Lip Reading. Pepper spray tan! She pooped on the treadmill! You just froze a baby! And for the finale, the candidates' closing songs, topped by the singular "One Wittle Wee Wee." Rabies and bunnies!