The man cries. Maybe it's the last tears he'll ever shed, because now, part of his hair has fallen off in the shape of a jigsaw piece.

This is music to King Boo's ears. Tongue out and crown on point, he is clearly jammin' to sound of his music. Keep on playin them drums, Boo

The flower people are running for their lives, petrified and confused. But what is the invisible monster that is chasing them?

The moldy cheese and triangles fusion has been disrupted, leaving them in a irreversible state of spitting out grey smoke and green blood

Ah, yes. The final equation. Surrounded by stars for cinematic effect. Miller Anitu, Sap, and a table. Finally. It has happened.

Oh look, It's another hipster cosplayer. He thinks he's cool because he's not really a cosplayer. He's Satan. Oh.

Two upset, serial killer horses are having a staring contest. Whoever blinks first, dies.

Fancy X gives some posh judgement on a mess of a squiggly line.

The baby smiley face has just come out of the womb.

The man shoots one of his hoes. What a pimp, that simply cannot be your favourite gardening tool.

Clifford the big red dog has vanquished his next victim. He WILL be victorious.

There were once 5 masks, but now there are 4. The angry mask is now furious, much to the 4 sad masks' dismay.