Well, this comic wraps up the series of strips recounting my escapades in Texas (for the time being!)

I’m not sure exactly why, but this kind of thing seems to happen more often than it theoretically should…
My fangs used to be pretty sharp, over the years numerous beer bottles and trips on the Gravity Express have dulled them (which makes me sad-face, ’cause they was my favourites!). Apparently though, they’re still fairly pointy!
Either that or it was all cunning subterfuge, and Tasha and Vicky had some ulterior motive for looking into my gaping maw.

The art on this strip didn’t come out looking all too great, thanks to one of my Famous Artblocks, hooray XP and the first panel is a little busy, but I wanted to make sure I got Blake in there!

Also, was that a missed update last week? You betcha! Sorry about that folks, but things have been a little bit hectic here. Speaking of which, I’ve gotta get a move on again!