I can't even begin to fathom what's going on here. The title has me strangely intrigued though.
"You can't even begin to imagine what's happened..."
One hell of a party?
You've somehow gotten a giant clock stuck around your neck and your first instinct is to lick it?
Don't celebrate just yet, dual helmet guy. I don't think she's supposed to bend that way.
Someone's taking their Tank Girk fandom a little too seriously.
French Bilbo is sassy!
Okay, I'm willing to accept the two-tusked elephant that can fire a gun, but that is not how mirrors work.
Because if there's any part of your body that doesn't need protection, it's your chest.
In the future, glass makes people forget how to run.
"So... which one's the title?"
Uh... sure, if you say so.
"It's mine! I won this goldfish from the carnival and no one's gonna take it away from me!"
Nothing Freudian about this cover art. Not at all.
I always thought having a dog on mars would be...more fun.
I love the voltage. It's so bad.