It's the famous New York City subway, but made entirely of paper mache, so it must be art.

Beavis the artist surveyed his model train creation, with its cute little station and long flights of stairs, and declared his creation good.

Beavis cackled as he kneeled in front of his model train set, taped his favorite doll's butt to the train engine, placed a fuse in the buttcrack, and then lit the fuse on fire. "I don't need TP for my bunghole if I can just light it on fire!," he cried.

Heh heh, heh heh heh heh heh heh heh Beavis snickered as he taped a phallic firework to Butthead’s doll, which lay prone and strapped to his toy locomotive, waiting for Butthead to open the door.

Beevis chuckled as he watched the model train about to fall into oblivion.. the damsel in distress tied to one of the cars had a dick shaped missile atop her, compounding her impending doom Buthead and an evil clown watched like pervs through the high glass windows of the closed door.

"Yes!" laughed Beavis as he watched the model train start to run off the table. So eager was he to see the demise of the second car, with the fireworks strapped to the Barbie doll, that he didn't notice Butthead and a clown watching him from safely behind a closed door across the room.