It is, when the camera pans to the left we see some shadowy figure in a long black trench coat and darkened sunglasses, waiting for the person he was sent to infect. Other passengers hurriedly walk by in an attempt to avoid the figures gaze. Then it seems as though all at once everyone in the terminal is suddenly…

Inkjet cartridge thighs.

Hey...PANTS!

I'm inclined to believe this is the real Afroduck, am I wrong in this statement?

Anybody else notice that Afroduck actually replied in this post?

Malta? Bah!

Somehow u r still rong.

I posted a couple of comments before I realized this article is three years old.

How about one big bomb with a bunch of little bombs taped around it?

He's still in second banana heaven

I do believe it's 'I loves me whiskey'.

Great, now people will think I'm nuts.

Big ass-graphics.

I would also like to have an accident in it.

This isn't rocket surgery .

Tricycle?

There is a place in springville that sells these, they will probably buy them all.

But an F1 car can turn a corner.

Splain.

I did not now that either.