Memo to all staff: Mr. Stross is not to be given access to the laboratory where the radioactive spiders are kept.

SOMEONE is being extravvvaaagant….

Given my current situation, remarkably similar to yours, I believe my new job title shall be “The Necromancer of Dol Guldur.”

Sorry, but I will not bet on a sure thing.

I believe that is the look that says “Where is dinner?”

I believe it might be more accurate to characterize it as a trial on the “Right to Arm Bears.” After all, shouldn’t bears be able shoot back at the hunters?

The cat is obviously trying to protect you from the dangerous computer.