Cheesewheel adorned with a bow questions a smaller cheesewheel, apparantly dead.

Bow down to your fire-pants'd overlords.

Aye, Lass, I was in the war. They put it right in me.

A drawing in primary colors.

A pixelated cucumber covered in paint.

The country kitchen is closed, I apologize, madame.

A man with sprinkles on his face exclaims his adoration of a video game character.

Get out of my eyes.

A blue woman made of triangles and circles with pink hair and red eyes is dancing gleefully.

The letter H is surprised, it has evolved a face.

We must interrogate the puppy.

Madame, your breasts are riding up your neck just a tad