The last two alive won't stay alive for long if they don't get some better restraints than a door handle.
"Yeah, one question. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for the raw adventure, but uh...could I get some pants?"
Of all the WTF going on in this cover, the thing that concerns me the most: Where the hell is her other leg?
There is a castle on a cloud.
I used to like to go there in my sleep.
'Til I was joined by this weird creep.
Farewell my castle on a cloud.
"Oh, Lionel Richie. Our's is a love that can never be."
What? I don't even...WHAT?
Not even the sky can resist petting the derpy star beast.
Well, the title's sure accurate. Though it does make me wonder how Morton J. Golding was able to see into my -- I mean my friend's subconscious
I always thought having a dog on mars would be...more fun.
This cover makes exactly as much sense as the tagline.
Careful with that! You almost stabbed the title.
Wonder what the invisible woman said to make the robot so angry.
This looks like the kind of thing you don't want the dog to bring back.
Remember, subtlety is important when checking out a lady's backside.
Someone's taking their Tank Girk fandom a little too seriously.
Nothing Freudian about this cover art. Not at all.