Oh boy! Rest in peace no longer, Mr. Universe!

Oh boy! Rest in peace no longer, Mr. Universe!

Programmed For Love. And Violence.

I Hear They Taste Like Snails.

A Classic With Extra Ketchup

Listen, All I’m Sayin’ Is That Until We See The Birth Certificate We Can’t Be Sure That Obama Wasn’t Born In Mobius

I Miss Tad

Not Really, As Long As You Don’t Ask Me To Draw Verde

As A Dude Who Always Trusts His Guts, My Organs Are Screaming At Me That That’s The Haircut Of A Teenage Girl Who Isn’t Afraid To Kill For Her Cause.

I Do Like Robot Limbs.

Mr.box Is Walking Home

Glossaryck Seems To Trust ‘Er, And That’s Good Enough For Me. She Seems Nice.

Guess Who Just Stole Six Seconds Of Your Life

You Know What They Say About Ladies With Gigantic Robotically Enhanced Hands, Amiright?