The sky has turned a bright orange from the pollution that occurred after the great fruitening. The one lonely white cloud looms ominously

Finn does not know what he has seen. The deep fears eat away at him as he stares into the foreground, the guilt of his conscience wastinghim

Living boots of army colors, whose sole purpose is to roam the earth, waiting for their owner in the hopes that they may be reclaimed

The living pickle of nightmares has finally taken physical form and is coming to doom the planet by drowning all that is holy in brine.

My orange fetish has finally overtaken my mind and is now spreading to my sight. If it consumes me, tell my tale, to avoid the plague.......

Orange-man has finally met his end at the hands of the steely knife plunged deeply into his forehead. He realizes he left the stove on, then

Green kirby riding a piano clearly playing Mozart's Sonata #5

Being one of the most underground bands, the three flowers one day hope to rise to the top of the charts and bloom above all others.

One sassy, black woman who's about to get into a catfight

Volcano elf

OOH-SAH (USA)

Who's the green blob