These are rough days at the Bun Fiction Studios. The tar pits simply rolled over everything this week. We couldn't even put together a decent update about what in Sam's rocket went wrong.
All we were able to to this week, is put down a story in longhand. We'll probably write down another one over this weekend so we should be in better shape by next Saturday.
There was no way to get any art ready for the post either. We could only make doodles during long, mind numbing meetings.
Little sketches of Espresso and Molly sitting strapped into their Hopper Hurricanes and Spitcarrots, serving in the Royal Hare Force.