In the words of Satsu MonDagra: "Mai fatha mei be gone, but his crap sure isn't. 'ou come inside, take a look."

This is one of five pages of something Dylan asked for at one time. I'm still playing catch-up with a lot of things and this is one of 'em. With a shitty scanner, I still move forward. I refuse to kick it as it may spatter.

Bear in mind I cannot finish anything until I get a new system built. Until then I spew sketches.