Who's that Pokemon?

Behold, and cower...!

It's a onesie suit!

It's a sentient Irish flag!

A tuxedo jacket that's losing the stitching!

It's actually a sentient tuxedo-themed onesie.

Maybe.

I do actually know who it is, but I'll wait to avoid having two turns in a row.

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Elvis Presley's last performance suit
Bid reserved at $50000

Young master Reginald Steel in a fetching pair of Steelettos.

It's Regigas! Regigags! Regeigas!...Regigigas! (seemingly without arms)

I missed Muss' first post, many apologies...



...but it was indeed Regigigas! Over to you, Duckster.

My offering:

That's your mum, from my favourite angle Cloyster.

Bingo!

Over to you sensei drunka

Who's this lil' critter?

Shuck me right up the bum, it's Shuckle!

Direct hit by that ballistic Mussile!

This piece explores the relationship between postmodenism and pokemon.

Ever since I was a student I have been fascinated by the traditional understanding of the zeitgeist. What starts out as vision soon becomes debased into a carnival of futility, leaving only a sense of what could have been and the possibility of a new order.
As subtle forms become transformed through diligent and diverse practice, the viewer is left with a tribute to the darkness of our existence.

That's Tony Hawk, right?

More like Tony Hawk-Weedle, amirite?

Jay was close, but Zero has the full name.

So there I was, thinking "We haven't had a round of WTP in a while. I wonder who's turn it is?", and it's mine! Massive apologies, guys, both for the delay, and... for this.

I haven't done one in a while, so something's either gone very wrong with your mozzarella, Zero... or that's Slugma.

Why yes indeed! Here's what that indiscriminate orange blob should have looked like:



To you, Sir Balla!

It's like a cheesy, eggy mess.

Feast yer eyes! On what I thought was a pretty good one, drawn without real-time reference.