"Cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down." - Weird Al Yankovic, "I Think I'm A Clone Now" (1988)
It would be best if you simply do what these giant women say.
These bugs are some next-level moon fanciers, so they deserve nothing less than The Moon, fancier.
It's race to discover land between the lookouts in the crow's nests and the crew looking into the water!
Four intimidating figures, each a force to be reckoned with, indicates the object of their sinister ambitions.
Who keeps so many birds in boxes?!
Sunset with the girls. What's not to love?
Behold the future conveyances of ages past!
The moon is not a place for people. It will never forgive these people for trying to be Selenites.
One of these bozos show their face, and you're getting that *special* boss music!
Ladies! Now available in blue.
The jeans are from grandma, the Nintendo is from Uncle Red.
Zardoz gets to play Santa this year. The results are surprisingly heartwarming!
When you're a resurrectionist, you get to be in everybody's will!
Beneath the city, the harbor. Beneath the harbor, a sleepy community and fish. Beneath that community, a friendly slumbering mass.
A woman, dressed warmly, gathers some flowery sprites in from a garden overtaken by frost.
See how they sparkle, see how they shine, see how you're drawn from yours into mine.
A shady ne'er-do-well pulls himself from the ocean only to discover more than he bargained for.
Where my guinea pigs at! Come and get some citrus!
Look, I'm just saying, these creatures are, like, *all wing*, know what I mean?