The scanner made it crappier than it already was. For my friend Marshroots on deviantart.

Mr. Anderson and I actually met at a carnival. I was in display at some guy's Rare Oddities thing. Mr. Anderson decided to buy me, but it sucked for her; she couldn't return me. We grew attached to each other and became friends. Soon enough we fell in love and married. Then divorced the next day. Now we spend our days chatting and I live in her closet. She feeds me once a day and let me have a pet snail. I called him Sparky. Sparky died this morning. Never forget. But I still live in Mr. Anderson's closet. We go at hand to hand combats every week, to keep ourselves fit. But then we gain weight by eating Doritos and banana milk while watching Sci-fi films.

Unfortunately you can see the checkers on the paper, and it has a horrible shadow on it. Too bad. I tried scanning it again, but here is something to remind us of the day we met. Such a nice gloomy, Sunday afternoon. Of course this is represented by Skully and Marshroots.

It's in sketch form. I want to get it coloured but I'm afraid of ruining it.

Marsh © =Marshroots
Skully and shit a.k.a. drawing © 2007 =Skully1200