I am grim like a greek god / and just as grim to look at
I’ve been wanting to do an illustration based on these lyrics for ages; the more direct translation is something like “I am grim like a greek god/just not nearly as pretty”, but I really wanted to keep the two “grim"s from the original.
Three inks, acrylic paint on paper. Lyrics from Kent’s song “Låt Dom Komma”
Who broke the coffee pot? I'm not mad, I just want to know.
I did. I broke it.
No. No you didn't. GHB?
Don't look at me, look at Dualscar.
What?! I didn't break it!
Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken!
No, it's not!
If it matters, probably not... Mindfang was the last one to use it.
Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Redglare!
Okay, let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Condy.
No! Who broke it!?
Condesce, Darkleer's been awfully quiet this whole time.
(Camera pans to the Condesce)
I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict that ten minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.