A man, behest by cruel hubris, exclaims his dismay over a roaring blaze. OH HORRID MISTRESS, WHY SUCH MISERY IN THIS PLACE?!

The maelstrom! Hark friends, secure the sails and buckle down for the storm!

The number 72.

A man is overcome with an uproar of laughter. Jolly good show!

The tornado has had enough of his parents crap and is running away from home.

A green dot braves the divide between the red half and the blue half.

Two fire elementals have trouble with their water bed.

Milk was a bad choice...

A pizza with uncooked pepperoni on it.

A spider is unsure about the structural integrity of his web. He's wearing a cute little construction cap too.

Hey man just chill the fuck out. You're overreacting again.

Homer Simpson ponders.