My trusty rocket pistol saving me from trouble.
Daily Archives: November 17, 2015
Sweet Jesus! Hit my pistol.
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.
A Bruce Cannon kind of aftermath.
Bruce was here.
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.