Danbooru

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NegativeSoul said:

"Oh for God's Sake!!" says the demon.

Zdrada wears a cross pendant. Hell seems to have quite a cosmopolitan culture.

"Even you can't fuck this up" would be on my video gamer coat of arms, if such things existed.

"Seien wir ehrlich, das ist nicht das Schlimmste, was Sie mich dabei erwischt haben."

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FWP said:

Is she eating a giant box of caviar with a METAL spoon?

Are you supposed to use some other kind of spoon? (Serious question, I don't know from fish eggs. Except I thought caviar was supposed to be black, not red.)

Claverhouse said:

A Return to Form...

Not entirely. No puddles of urine.

Iruel said:

I'm not an expert on weaponry, so I could be dead-wrong, but that looks like a horrible way to fire that gun.

It's... not ideal, no. Although it isn't as if the PPSh is particularly accurate when it's operated correctly, either. :)

Well, I mean, it's impossible to get onto the Nürburgring accidentally, but, sure...

Von_Etrigan said:

Are those really piss bottles, or is she making Molotov cocktails?

(if so, probably a bad place to put the ashtray)

Yeah, I can't think of any reason to put rag wicks in Jarate bottles. Pretty sure that brown liquid is meant to be kerosene or gasoline. (Note the barrel behind Verniy.)

As for the ash tray, that reminds me of an anecdote about Hunter S. Thompson in the Rolling Stone issue that commemorated his death. Johnny Depp, who played Thompson in the Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas movie, lived with him for a while to study his mannerisms. Depp slept in a kind of junk room in Thompson's basement, where he used a wooden keg he'd found in there as an improvised nightstand for his ash tray. One day Thompson stopped by the room to chat with Depp, spotted the keg with the smoldering ash tray on it, and said, "Holy shit, I've been looking everywhere for that gunpowder." :)

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That's how you can tell Darjeeling's soul truly is English: never mind the tea thing, she salutes with her palm outward. :)

(Also, really enjoying Pepperoni. "No. Nope. Nuh-uh. We're not doing the Roman salute. That neighborhood's been ruined forever.")

Calls to mind one of my favorite phrases from David Simon's Homicide: "Pupils the size of purely theoretical particles."

Emerald_Acid said:

Potato snack for breakfast.

Another victim of the futon monster.