I used to say "What the crap?" a lot in college. It was my trademark, well that & kicking boys. However, there came a time when I gave into the peer pressure to be more sophisticated. Today I resurrect "What the crap?", with the invention of this:
I can just see it now: "Mommy will Santa bring me the creepy robot doll for Christmas?". I haven't been this scared since furbies, which as far as I can tell, were Satan's dark underlords. I actually don't know what an underlord is, or an overlord.