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Getting to know you, getting to know all about you…
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Oh my. This is certainly… Disconcerting.
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OH GAWD THE DRILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
i thought this was just a fun comic about cute skeletons
You and me both
It’s like Steven Universe. “It’s a trap! An adorable trap!”
IKR
<3
Well now we know who that guy was on the chapter 2 cover. Can’t wait to see how him and steak go along.
steak is fucking metal, dear god
Well, that escalated quickly. This is getting good. What happened that made good ol’ ruthless Steak to shack up with Heavens of all people?
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Definitely love.
Wow, that’s…not cool at all!
Seriously though, Steak was fucking metal. It’s a little hard to imagine. What happened to him then? Why is he hanging around with Heavens now?
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Great page!
The wait was worth it, holy crudmuffins…. Steak… Man, talk about turing over a new leaf. Wonder what led him to it?
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I like this turn of mood.
oh my god steak is so fucking cool hes my new fav.
also @Red i like what ur doin
I’m just imagining that Buck keeps a lamp or a flashlight inside his head. And for some reason this is so funny to me. Why would you do this, Buck? Do you let Steak do the talking because people literally cannot look at your face without squinting?
(//snorting with laughter)
oh my god… oh my GOD, OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!
(p.d. flying cigarettes ftw)
((2nd p.d. wonder what made him whant to leave that))
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Woah. Drill to the skull? Man, what would that be the “life”-equivalent? Just several blows to the head?
Do you… do you really want to mess with a guy who did all that? Just let him do what he wants, Trilby. Much less likely to get a drill to the head that way.
why is everything always so wonderful? :’3
Wait.. if he was part of a gang, and REALLY didn’t want to be found, wouldn’t he have changed his name and gotten a job that DOESN’T involve meeting a ton of people in a large city? Just sayin’.
“Hello, welcome to your death! We’re your greeters, a high-brow socialite and a ruthless murderer!”
The… drill…
eek…
THE DRILL.
we don’t talk about the drill