Gee, I wasn’t aware Scip was psychic.
Wait a sec….. He’s not.
Hmmmm.
Gee, I wasn’t aware Scip was psychic.
Wait a sec….. He’s not.
Hmmmm.
Surprise.
New scene!
No, you’re not supposed to know this guy. That building, however…
Kindred spirits, I guess? No? Maybe? Whatevz.
And that’s the scene, folks. Coming up: A change of pace.
No means NO, Moze, gosh, JEEZ!
Oh, Moze, you sweet talker, you.
I uh… don’t advise trying this line in real life. Just saying.
Hey guys, remember: I’m gonna be at MoCCA in NYC, this weekend! I’ll be sharing a table with Dave “Reiley” Shabett of Dead Winter and John Keogh of Lucid TV. Come say hi! We’re friendly types. We’ll be at table 116.
And for those of you that have ordered (or are thinking about ordering) iron-on Reclamation patches, the prototype is IN! Check it out!
Like whatcha see? Still time to grab one! Pick ’em up here.
Sheesh. Some dogs.
And wow, mad props to Tuesday. How fast could YOU put on a vinyl poncho and bodysuit? Not as fast as her, buddy, I can tell ya that much.
Sunny is probably the only guy on Earth who can get Moze to band practice. Seriously, getting Moze to do what he doesn’t really feel like doing should be classed as a minor superpower.
The scene should wrap up in about a week. I’m gonna miss drawing naked Moze. Naked Tuesday, not so much.
Jeez. Cockblock double-plus.
When did he even get home?
Tuesday cares not for your immigration issues. Tuesday cares only about how badly she can embarrass that dude who called her a slut on TV.
Truth.
By the way, guys? That whole “deportation of essentially American fuck-ups back to their technical countries or origin” thing? That’s real in our world, too. Ecuador, Panama, and a number of other south and central American countries are full of basically-North American teenagers right now, who fucked up one too many times.
So it goes.