Please, help us remember not to fire the guns in the spacecraft.

Fights are stupid. Especially if you care about the person you're fighting with. Because at the end even if turns out you were right you still have to deal with the repercussions of them being wrong. Or the things that you did in the meanwhile which may have drastic results later. Sure, the volleys may have only peppered the hull with micro-abrasions but the divots will be where the stress fractures form when we go for re-entry.

Please, help. The Lord works in mysterious and overbearing ways.

...and out a distant galaxy stepped God! Phasing into existence right in front of a nut crank machine. Apparently even God knows that the best nut you ever got comes from an Elphian Nut Crank ®. I just wish that he had replaced the floor when he left.

Please, help. I thought they were my friends.

This is a really old one, to me. I have looked at it for about a year now, I guess. I still like. It was the beginning of the shift that I have gone into now. The whole exploration of color thing. I'm sure that comment will be so passable and cliche in about a year but whatever.

Please help me get the treat.

This is probably the coolest one that I have done recently. It's maybe a week old. Happy X Mass.

Please, help. My interiors are exterior.

'Round here, "Valentine's Day" is called "Malfunction Day" by our robot population.