Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for June 08, 2015
Transcript:
Tyr: Hamhock, what manner of witchcraft is this?? Hamhock: What? Tyr: The sky burns as thought it's aflame! Hamhock: Yeah, it's hot... Tyr: The air is filled with spirits that blur mine eyes! Hamhock: It's hazy, too... Tyr: Also, my armpits appear to be crying. Hamhock: Aaand there goes the poetry...
Prey over 9 years ago
Think I would too if I was anywhere near that unwashed carcase.
ChukLitl Premium Member over 9 years ago
Do ComiCons have Vogon poetry contests? Klingon opera?
Coyoty Premium Member over 9 years ago
Think of it as a three-month sauna.