Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for June 08, 2015
June 07, 2015
June 09, 2015
Transcript:
Tyr: Hamhock, what manner of witchcraft is this?? Hamhock: What? Tyr: The sky burns as thought it's aflame! Hamhock: Yeah, it's hot... Tyr: The air is filled with spirits that blur mine eyes! Hamhock: It's hazy, too... Tyr: Also, my armpits appear to be crying. Hamhock: Aaand there goes the poetry...
Think of it as a three-month sauna.