the word 'Perbaqltr' is backstabbed by an unseen assailant.

A man stands dramatically in front of the grave of Tits. He swears to bring the killer to justice. Just you wait. Tits did not die in vain.

Buttheart, world-renowned shit sniper, demonstrates his skills on a small woman wearing a diaper and ears large enough to fly with.

Bocator, the sentient mountaintop, is keelhauling a poor man across its rocky outcroppings, assuring him that "this will only hurt a bit!"

The tallest building in the town watches with horror as it realizes the meteor is on a collision course with its beautiful windows.

The corndexter cried as he realized he would never meet a plant as smart as him. He did his hair in the style of Detective Conan in penance.

DAN OUTTA DAN

"...Draw me like one of your french girls," said the monkey. Jake must have been on some seriously good shit.

Flounder is staring into space with the eyes of a dead man. There is no coming back from what he has seen. Meanwhile, Ariel is the ocean.

A quarter note realizes its true destiny as a bookish snake, asserting that it is not green, but cool.

"We want slaves," says Blue-X-On-Red-Background-istan. LOC PISS OFF!" America replies, oddly inconsistant with its typical speech patterns.

OH MY THERE WILL BE BLOOD