Daily Archives: November 17, 2015

Sweet Jesus! Hit my pistol.


My trusty rocket pistol saving me from trouble.

Something isn’t right about this car.


I don’t know. There is something weird going with this car.

Oops. I did it again.


Shit, another building going down. Boss won’t be too happy about this.

Boom! Eat my rocket, terrorists.


I love me some bloody splatter in the morning.

Argh! I’m hit.


This fight is a tough one. Might need backup here.

This ride looks sweet!


Hey, green! My favorite color.

Hey! Give me back my car!


Terrorists be stealing my car, yo.