Brain: Inhale, exhale…

Maybe him (a real ghost)?

How are you?

Does the painter look like that?

The computer one second later:

Because of the false prejudice against men, because of the bush or because of the misunderstood and way overrated Sigmund Freud?

Maybe it’s just poor Silas whipping himself for his sins?

Mimimimimi…
Sweet corn is the only thing that makes it through my rear…

That’s not Caillou, thats…

(For reference)

Vertical:

I don’t see the backside of Morpheus’ head.
Should look like that:

“This time everything works as planned.”

A second batcave?

(That’s Lucius Fox’ hobby room)

Crom is the excuse for shameless self-optimization.