Sweet mother of god, it has finally happened. Our porcine friends have finally had enough of us, and have learned to emulate our locomotion. Next, inevitably, is their development of crude weapons, and then ever more devastating ones. And then we shall have to pay for every pork chop and rind we have devoured.
Gotta give her props for her fashion sense, though! That’s one nice looking Armageddon Pig.
Call me crazy, but I think the guy on the other end of this giant hand needs to see a doctor. What’s with those big, thick pink lines going around his skin? That can’t be good. And the unusual coloration, the unhealthy pallor. Dude, you gotta get that checked out.
While you’re in there, ask him if he can tell you why your hand is larger than most peoples’ entire body. I’d like to know the answer to that one, too.
Lookit! A big magnifying glass! The irony here, of course, is that this thing actually makes things look smaller. They did it wrong.
Also: Hellllooooo ladies!
What the hell is this? I never have any idea what’s going on.
No manners, that’s all I have to say about this. Here we have a stone golem, taking out his centuries-old hostility on a perfectly nice woman who just happened to walk by. His sorcerer was evidently a cruel master, and it imbued his stony heart with a distrust of all humanity.
Still, no need to hit a lady. Never cool, golem.
Hey, you know what they say about guys with big feet, right? They gotta buy big shoes.
That’s a classic. Always funny. Also: Helllllooo ladies!
I’ve always heard people talk about the “big apple,” and they do so in such reverential tones. Like it’s some life-changing thing, something worth traveling around the world to be a part of. They talk about it like it’s an integral part of who they are, no matter where they go.
I gotta say, though, I’m not that impressed. Big deal, I say.
