Radon

This is my boss, Commander Radon. He is made purely of things I don’t like.

This is a typical week around this entity of repulsive company masquerading as a man:

And people wonder why I’m always randomly beating my head against various surfaces.  I’ve decided that until I can hit my skull against something with such velocity that my brain either spontaneously combusts, or flies out of my face through my eye sockets, I will continue to endure these constant tantrums of blue cyclops rage

 

Also, I can’t really use all of these large words. I’d be required to break a fourth wall in order to tell you where I got them from, but I figured it would be funnier than me randomly beating my head against the keyboard like I always do.

IF YOU DO NOT CLICK THIS LINK YOUR BRAIN WILL FLY OUT OF YOUR FACE FROM YOUR EYE SOCKETS

NUKEY COMIC

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