Garrick the Bold, his sword drawn, makes his way cautiously up the steps of the ruined temple. He's been tasked by his monarch with killing the feared red dragon, but as it comes into view he's beginning to think that maybe the princess' hand in marriage and half the kingdom probably isn't worth it.
Dewi stalks his domain, his rage building, his anger shaking the temple to its very foundations as he desperately searches for his contact lens.
Dewi lords it over his lair hidden deep in the wilds of the... er... kitchen.
Betty stands in front of her spaceship on its landing pad, wondering when the idiot in charge of giving it a new paint job is going to stop buggering off on tea breaks and actually finish the bloody thing.