Fred's dead, baby... Fred's dead.
Old Skool Vibes.
Back in the driving seat.
A descent into the mouth of madness.
Jumpin' off the track and shovin' into overdrive.
Something wicked this way comes.
Is this the real life?
Can it score a bullseye, or does it shoot itself in the foot?
Line them up and knock them down.
Are you going to die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy?
Back to the future?
"I named him Waggleton P. Tallylicker, but I never got the chance to tell him..."
Just floating around and chilling out.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
An adventure not for the faint of heart... or those with poor eyesight.
Mirror, signal, high-speed maneuver.
It's so funny how we don't talk anymore.
Decisions, decisions, decisions.
Point of impact.
If at first you don't succeed, Tri, Tri, Tri again.
Get back to work!
Isles be back...
It's just a flesh wound.
Open the door, get on the floor...
"This box is full of stuff that almost killed me."
God is in the details.
The search for the holy grail?