The one in the back left is demonstrating that it can snap its own bones whilst staring at the photographer. Given that there’s no photographer, you are its focus. The eyes are visible through the mask’s lenses, broad black pits empty of expression. It’s big. Larger than the rest and hunched to hide it. When given the the chance to explain its definition of beauty, AI tells you that it considers the soul optional and to personally take that as a threat.

Also, there’s a joke to be made about a cup of mud.

Everyone has the right number of fingers!

Most AI pics seem a tad lifeless to me, but this one has great weird energy.

This has strong 90s magazine advertisement energy.

Those glasses don't know if they want to be against the face or at the tip of the nose (ie: not behind the eyes). So, it just compromised and did both in a very illogical way.

Also, this is why I inpaint. It doesn't start and end with the prompt.

That one in the corner is just Rik Mayall.