Monday, 31 March 2014

Claude could not have foreseen the error in doing battle with his archnemesis in the abandoned glue factory.
[Image transcript] Claude's archnemesis swings from a chain, holding a gun, and yells, 'Glitter gun!' She shoots a payload of glitter just as a drum of glue is about to tip on the disarmed Claude's head. 'Why,' says Claude.