Our hero faces off against the dragon, drawing its attention away from their wounded companion.

Paint the man, cut the lines. Paint the man, cut the lines. Paint the man, cut the lines.

john you need to back the fuck off right now

Subzero's back, motherfucker.

The economy's so bad that the devil is stuck gathering carts for Wal*Mart.

I don't think knives are meant for drawing...

On the flat surface of a city building, an artist has begun painting a mural based on the popularity of touch and swipe interfaces.

A man wonders if he is Party as he sets a totem on fire. His cat responds "no".

Prussia give no fucks!

I see Vriska's watching Con Air again...

It looks like we're coming up on a tea cup and saucer crossing.

Coolkid absconds, informing the bystander that his people need him.