It's Bags, the big, toony raccoon! Judging from that expression, he's very happy to see you! ...Also judging from that expression, he's got some awful things planned. Maybe you were hiding from him and he's just sniffed out your foolproof shelter. Maybe you were just walking down the street, minding your business and now you're face to gut with a toon far bigger than a toon should get. It doesn't matter how the raccoon found you. All that matters is that he has.

It's hard to ignore that big gut. It looms like the sun in the sky, hanging over your future with the clear knowledge of why it's so massive. That's gonna be you soon. Just a bit more forgotten softness and a raccoon burp. And worst of all? These are your final moments. How long you have left depends entirely on one thing. How much fun is Bags having teasing you? Your life expectancy hangs on the sly cruelty of the big, hungry raccoon. With the right whimpers and trembling words, you might manage five minutes of extra time outside the raccoon. Enjoy them while you can.

Art by  jerberjer