The painting of Christer Karlstadt that he dreamed about
He will stop the horse at a gallop and enter the burning hut
We shared an orange, there are many of us, and he is one
The squirrel sings songs, but he nibbles all the nuts
The leopard is beautiful when he is not wearing leggings
Art the art of the monster, the mask spread its tentacles, lost his weapon, he is a sniper Alexiuss, this is the romance of the apocalypse
The head of the robot he is without a face already knows how to cook everything do household chores
Another escaped madman deciding that he is an asasin