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Hey.. what the hell?
Grim-faced and forbidding,
Their faces closed tight,
An angular mass of New-Yorkers,
Are slaughtered in cold blood by Paul Denton, who has gone totally Postal.
Someone's feeling twitchy today. Paul must be nearby.
Spot the deliberate mistake
JC levitates
Schrodinger's other cat
This must be catching
Never trust your reflection
Another stunning entrance from Nicolette
One of Barrel-head's distant relatives
Barbecued Commando
I crucified the doorman, nailed him to the door. He keeps opening it though.
Going to heaven?
If you go around shooting dogs, you might fall down the stairs
Star formation
Words fail me
Greazel Fishing
Gun Sculpting
Quad-Damage Rocket Fishing (a'la Quake)
Black Boom - the most volatile substance on Earth
The Tower of Babel
As seen from the top of the helipad
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