This is a tattoo on some guy's back depicting the end of dinosaurs. Brutal, I know. I've been crying about it for almost fifteen minutes now. But you know what? Those are the facts of life. Also, storks bring babies to your house which is exactly why my address is a P.O. box.
Thanks to Dandy, who wishes Superman had been around to punch that meteor in the taint and send it back to where it came from (it came from outerspace, yo).