Reading the alt-text one might imagine a well-filled used condom of an especially fine latex.

Which isn’t inaccurate, but now imagine the above gazing at a girl the second Terminator right before it spears Conor’s foster mother right through her eyesocket.

We can’t even do an express railway neither…

(in truth it took me a few baffled minutes to get the joke, though enjoyed the background painting whilst furrowing my brow)