
Gonna continue on the Masters of the Universe theme until Mooney succombs to Stockhlom syndrome and falls in love with it. I probobly should have put in the ground beneath them and might even do so in the future

Andy Diggle posted news a few days ago of the death of John Hicklenton. I read it, got on with my day and later did my Mick sketch. It was only when I finished it this morning that I realized just how little I cared for it and how Andy's post had been sitting there, eyeing me from the back of my skull. 










