I have a theory, but it is pretty horrifying so I'll spare you the details. A cheese grater is involved.
On to less horrifying things (...or are they? dun dun DUN): last week's daily sketchosity.
Skeletor! The tiny, mighty, fashion challenged skeleton. Although I don't think he really counts as a skeleton what with all that muscly flesh on 'im.
Thorsday! Viking bot lives only to destroy. His anguish is great, for he can never grow a beard.
That's not a cannon, it's actually a parasol holder. This robot has very sensitive skin.
That's the gait of a man who inconspicuously ate the last donut and is trying to do that innocent half walk half run that instantly makes everyone in a ten mile radius aware that you did something you weren't supposed to. Seriously, just walk next time, the sneaky run never works. Especially when you have no flesh.
HELLO FRIEND. I AM FRIENDBOT.
Clearly there is something valuable in that suitcase, otherwise there wouldn't be a giant spear wielding woman next to it. It stands to reason.
Ey wot. 'e gots a sword.
And that is that.
Or maybe this. That may be this, but it's more likely to be that. Just sayin'
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