The kind of abstract street art you'd see from a failed artist in a beach shop in Florida selling for a desperate $50.

A pig who is ready for you, Senpai, just be gentle.

Aradia and sollux hold hands peacefully (Even if Sol's a little nervous). You know, before they both died painful deaths.

Jane meaningfully takes a slow bite of pink frosting, looking into someone's eyes (who is offscreen).

An omniscient being questions Tavros's hair, making him feel bad about it while Vriska stands adoringly on the sidelines.

An anonymous artist questions identity itself. Who, really, are we? Who are you? Who am I? Who indeed, young artist.

Caliborn is apparently drawing Jake now, and expressing his fervent dislike for the young English.

Dave proudly displays the last jar of aj left, much to John's surprise (he's so gonna piss in that) Karkat is unimpressed.

Good for you, John! You did the Windy Thing! We're all proud of you. Dad would have baked a cak-- oh. Sorry. I'm so, so, sorry.

A man looks, amazed on five eggs that seem threatening. "Omg" He whispers, tight-lipped and threatened. The man is cornered.

It's nine in the afternoon, and your eyes are the size of the moon. No, seriously, you're gonna get hurt doing that. Stop. It's gross.

A rainbow cupcake displays her extreme gayness at an open window, presumably for the masses of a busy city.