The drive-thru cashier at McDonald's isn't at all disturbed by the tiny martian ordering from his saucer.

The present speaks. "I'm against homosexuals."

This young redheaded girl isn't able to go outside, for her fair skin would most assuredly burn. "I hate summer," she says.

This young chicken's name is Stan. He's even telling you himself!

This dragon seems contented, and possibly even proud of himself. He might be a Pokémon, but I couldn't tell you. I never had a Gameboy.

A severed toe lies before you. The toenail has been French manicured. Below it, a note is scrawled: "The urinal's name is Jim."

Some sort of malformed bird tweets its song while thinking about anal sex. In the foreground, a red squiggle scurries away.

The brown man, at least as I understand it, is a Douchebag.

Just your average, run-of-the-mill Pikachu, doing his thing.

This icy pitcher of lemonade's future is so bright, he's gotta wear shades.

A sad man confusedly pours gasoline into a cup of orange juice. The OJ tries to explain, "No matter how much you pour, I stay unemployed."

The pale man waves his flag of surrender to the beaming sun above.