Again, another baby step. The suspense would be killing me…if it wasn’t resting on the sofa, eating chips and watching Three Stooges shorts while I’m over here trying to type.
I do like how the darkness just encroaches, panel by panel, until Funky and Holly are completely surrounded, and about to be blotted out of their sorry existence. I’d like to offer some genuine, non-ironic praise for Tom Batiuk’s artistic choice in rendering today’s effort. Well done!
Son of Stuck Funky 