I'm also instantly a fan of the new blue cop slug character, you can tell he's seen it all before. Just another perp, trying to lick a mind-melting ice-cream. You're just a statistic to him, just another mixed up kid looking for an escape. Not today, not on my watch.
Your tongue had barely left your lips, and his gun is out, pointed inches from your face. Zero tolerance - do it punk, lick that ice-cream.
Ultimately though, in different circumstances I feel we'd get along well together. This jaded cop and I. We could take to skies on my cat computer, go around solving crimes. Perhaps my green slug is a lady-slug, and we could have a little slug marriage.
Grant - I want to see some Purple babies... and I want to see the graphic awkwardness involved in how they are made - mating parasites still attached to two grown men's heads... nose to nose... uncomfortable silence, punctuated by slimy, squelching sounds.
Draw that. Who's with me?
What time is it anyway?