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Chiron and his bundle of dead rabbits, also the angel of temperance doin' their thing with the cups. It's both.

Scorpius upon the Azure Dragon having just taken out Orion, being received by Artemis, Gaia and I'll be honest I can't remember who the third one was. Some other goddess that Scorpius is down with. Anyway, if you're a Scorpio you might like this shirt. Maybe also if you're a Pisces. This has nothing to do with Pisces, but maybe you like the art or whatever I dunno. The point is, Death is rad and on this card. Which is on a shirt. (Or other printed product)

Themis protecting the scales while Nemesis is on a swan hunt. Listen, I don't think being born late September to late October makes you a cop- that's why I didn't draw them as cops. Maybe a DA? I dunno. Some kinda authority or another- a boss. LIKE YOU! Be a boss. Buy the shirt. (Or other product)

A Cerberus for All of Us

Finally there's food on your shirt you don't have to be embarrassed about (though you might make the other bbq attendees blush)

Green on Green

Only an asshole gets killed for a car

Intrepid reporter. Big drama

Just a bear who is also grumpy.

This show/comic is why I'm like this probably.

Food brings people together.

Vulnerability means shedding your tough exterior to reveal the real danger.

Medusa, you know, the famous one, just enjoying herself. Normal stuff. Look at all those snakes!

As far as sausages go, this brat is the wurst.

Join Coffin Boy in celebrating the zeitgeist

A shirt in support of cats and licking

A big fan of big cats

Weekend mom

Just a person who enjoys a milkshake.

A fan of ice cream

Mind blown

A very serious peanut shirt.

Another normal robot

Just a normal robot

The further adventures

A Dog. And A Shark. And A DREAM.

Hoo, he's just a little bitty thing, he's just a little guy But women go crazy for the big blue eye How does he dream, how does he think When he can't even speak and he can't even blink?

Panic in Nuke City Nuke City: A dilapidated slum in the capital city of Robotropolis. A place where nuke-hustlers and pimps take advantage of the weak-willed, and nuke-junkies scrape the streets for robot and machine parts. The streets are lousy with homeless, damaged robots. The three of you are at a diner, enjoying a well-earned meal purchased with the last of your savings. You’re well-fed, well-rested and ready for your next job.

This is Shelly. Buying this shirt relieves the poor aching fingers of a game designer that makes her talk and stuff. She eats people. Let her metaphorically eat your body by wrapping her image around it.

Willy and Wade just can't agree about these FUCKING aliens. Which alien are you? Tag yourself on this shirt! Like, with a pen, or a paintball gun or something.