Dagon is scratching my arm as I type (and re-type) this, not out of malice or meanness, out of puppyness. He wants my attention, or an ice cube. And… it’s the latter. Joy.
But enough about Dagon.
I’m hungry. I put off eating to get this comic done by deadline. And as soon as I type out this message it’s done. Solid work, eh? I think I’ll get a triple chili hamburger and a few orders of fries. Mmm…
Anyhoo, this is the penultimate fairy revenge strip. Ultimate tomorrow. Antepenultimate two days ago. Preantepenultimate two days before that.