Sorry about the last minute results. I have no excuse. Octopunk gets the win this week with this one-two punch:
Well my stomach feels better but I still have the splitting headache. Whatever, I'm outta here, pukeface!
I’m at a loss for words because it’s just so very, very wrong for so many reasons. In Octo’s twisted brain, Thelma (did you know her name is Thelma?) casually vomits on PJ, mocks him and then abandons him, presumably by himself. It’s all the more appalling when you take PJ’s innocent and helpless expression into consideration.
Equally intriguing (though not nearly as shocking) was Octo's take on The Flintstones.
On the sign: The Comet is Coming
Fred (thinks): Weird. Why is that crazy guy hanging out in a residential neighborhood where few can see him?
Fred (thinks): Well, I can afford to be detachedly amused, as I'm home from work and surely he has no bearing on my situation...
Wilma: Look, Fred! It's me from the future. Apparently everything dies in twenty years and we're the only ones that make it. That's you out front, by the way...
Excellent work Octo!