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You know what they say: Hate the game.

Ask any parent: Who's the real monster?

If you have information on the whereabouts of these runaway hair follicles, contact your nearest pyrotechnics expert.

The Crimson King's main dude wants you to join his new world order. Baby, can you dig your man?

Saddle up your hoverboard, pardner.

The Main Man wishes you the merriest of whatever the hell, just pour the next drink, would ya?

"Let you open your presents early? I'm sorry, Dave, I can't do that."

The old and new faiths of America gather under the watchful eye of the Allfather.

Doesn't matter how it was conceived or what your magic book says. If it isn't wanted, it's the host's choice and nobody else's. Mind your business.

An agent's secrets will always catch up with them.

Pennywise is feeling extra festive,

Horror is an art form.

Miss Minutes has had it with your nonsense.

He faced the fiercest monsters in cinema and he never stopped smiling. Without him, we really are on an express elevator to Hell, going down. RIP, Bill.

Zombie Fonzie jumps the Zombie Shark.

Now accepting applications to obtain ravenous bloodthirsty alien specimen that becomes the bane of space truckers, marines, and god-fearing convicts alike. Life expectancy is nil, but how about those benefits?

Big Lizard announces his intentions to inflict damage upon this structure!

'Nuff said.

Victor's creation gives you an eyeful.

Ralph resumes his Hero's Duty and practices his thousand-yard stare.

You can't save the world alone.

The all-seeing eye of HAL 9000 gazes out from the Dawn of Man to the Infinite Beyond.

WARNING: Repeated consumption of this product may result in Atomic Breath.

"Say 'Flat Earth' again, I dare you, I double-dare you!"

What a tee... WHAT A LOVELY TEE!

A good paranormal investigator always follows important safety tips whilst letting out their wild side.

Hit your lightcycle, spin that identity disc, and crank the biodigital jazz, man.

Marcel Duchamp meets Sergio Leone. The burst of action following the tense silence, captured in a single splattered frame.

Guy Fawkes by way of Cybertron. Vengeance in disguise!

Viva la hunger!

The next World Cup goes someplace even more exotic than Brazil. Also, the goalie can only be summoned once seven balls are in play.

If you though the interior space was impressive before, imagine what can fit when you're insect-sized.

Because dodging Reavers and Alliance patrols can work up one hell of an appetite, you deserve a Big Damn Hero sandwich!