This one’s for all the none of you that asked for more of my deformed characters. Don’t worry, this is about the last of them and I’ll be back with written content in the next day or so. But first, the next Flattened Cock Threat I am sending to Richard Dean Anderson. I sincerely hope nobody actually arrives at this page by the result of any combination of those search terms, but secretly I know that they will. I’m looking at you ‘indo-chinese handjobs chuck norris.’
My bizarre inner world hastily sketched onto bristol after the jump:
If Pac-man were real, he would be terrifying:
What I secretly imagine while in line at the supermarket:
Why must I be built a robot in love?
The servile robot from Rocketpunch Lincoln:
The Shaolin Pope from Rocketpunch Lincoln:
As a final note, I would like special attention paid to how awesome that weapon is. I called it the Holy Trinity. It was a Papal staff with bladed nunchaku from each point of the cross. Yes, this was one of those occasions where I spent a whole lot of time jumping around the room screeching like Bruce Lee and pretending my Hello Kitty touch-lamp was a bladed staff. The drawing suffered, true, but not nearly as much as the cat, who had such poor foresight as to be my imaginary nemesis for the battle.