Adios
Tonight when you go to sleep, you're presented with this choice. (You aren't allowed to decline.)
You also get no input on *how* exactly you get placed in.
So you could be an engine, or a rolling stock. Either way you now have roller skates permanently attached to your feet, and you have no free will, plus all of the manual labor that comes with being a train.... person.... train-person.
Also keep in mind that if you choose Cats you'll probably have to eat garbage and die at 3 years of age from a car hitting you, heartworm, mauling, other diseases, etc.
If you refuse, you will be painfully exploded.
The British Rail would like to apologize for the delay...
Behold my newest puppet
His name is Don Weasel, and he's supposed to be in his winter coat (because I still have a massive amount of fake white fur that I don't even remember obtaining)
In my head he's retired and lives in Florida (pronounces it "Flah-rida" and has a wife named Barbara (pronounced Bah-brah)
My only gripe is that he doesn't pay any rent, the little freeloader.
Made 15 of my 26 Cats masks designs. Some of them are a little tweaked, but not majorly.
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM
LET HIM IN
He's rotting in hell as we speak.
Do you think you'd ever draw more Fraggle Rock fight club? it's literally my favorite post ever I think about it so much. and no pressure, obviously
I could, I'd have to rewatch Fight Club first.