That and armour-piercing anti-tank weaponry. Obviously.

Who knew he was such a sensitive soul at heart?

Those ground-in grey atom smears are just murder to get out of the carpet.

Forty-seven degrees is my personal favourite.

This can’t end well…

What a handy little reminder.

Oh wait, the Professor said so? Then please, destroy away!

Oh hey look, the present. And blue! I missed the blue.

Hopefully, it would be a good one.

Those… still aren’t three laws I remember.