Yea, upon thee I grace these pixels of delight. Let yon images bless thy mind with the grace of …stuff.
Nope, lost it. Anyway, here’s something I scribbled up in my spare time. I call it “Death Needs a Hug”.
This, of course is a thinly vieled attempt at proglonging the time limit HappyBob gave me to write some more content.
It’s well underway, I promise. It’s even got screenshots.
Pretty nifty, eh?
I bet all you readers out there are thinking “Wow, that Mister Bung is an alright guy! I’d like to buy him a beer and I’d let him sleep with my sister!”
First off, my cripling paranoia prevents me from ever accepting anything from other people, and secondly – and most importantly – your sister is ugly and I think I can do better. I’m sorry to be so blunt, but some of the guys from the office were making jokes and I thought it was only fair I told you to your face.
Your sister is an uggo. I’m sorry.
Uh, look, this is really uncomfortable.
For me, I mean.
Do you think you could, you know, leave?