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You know, Mike does this in such a way... I think I'll name his stuff, rather than describe it. This one can be Cooly.
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This is Superior, the black sheep.
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I call him Fiery.
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This one shall be Sir vonTrappe.
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I say you can be... Buster.
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Wow. This one's Sexy. See, it works on a variety of levels! See? See!??
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Okay, that joke's old now. This is one of those magnificent works of art that you can look at and enjoy and then, later, look at again and realize you completely somehow missed one of the major elements. That's good.
That's sinisterly good.
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Ahhh... pathos! Nothing is sweeter to me than the agony of others. Delicious suffering, I drink it like coke... You know what I'm talkin' about, right?
...Right?
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Boy, I don't know what I'm getting here, but Broadshoulders has never looked more like it. It's heavy, whatever it is. And smells of... metal? Hey, I'll take it!
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Such sweet memories. Those were the days, tearing apart robots in other universes... thanks Mike, we'll treasure this. I can almost hear the shrieks... sigh.
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I saw a demon drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's. See? Right there.
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Maniacally badass Zebra Guy! Check it out, maybe some of it'll rub off.
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The legendary Michael Gaffney bursts back onto the scene! Making sure that Jack kicks ass! Always good work from you Mike, and always a damn pleasure!
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WARNING! NAUGHTINESS INHERENT! Here's Sandra having fun flying through another dimension, apparently under the impression that she's found some privacy. You're like the finest cosmic paparazzo, Mike! Except you're not evil to the point of an action film being made about you.
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His scariest fan art to date! Doyenne looks so happy! Ahh, horror.
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What would fan art be without Michael Gaffney? Who knows? Who wants to know? Thanks to this, you won't find out today! Rrow, sexy.
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