“The universe is big, its vast and complicated, and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles. And that’s the theory. Nine hundred years, never seen one yet, but this would do me.”
I was told I needed to sit in a corner and think about what I had done with that WIP, so I figure I should give you a (hella sketchy) follow up comic to make everybody happy again. I didn’t mean to drop concentrated feels in your tags. It wasn’t my intention. Subtitles included beneath in case you can’t read my chicken scratch.
Arthur: Mornin’ Lew… Breakfast smells good.
Lewis: Thank you.
Lewis: …Listen… If I went a little far with that arm thing, I’m sorry.
Lewis: I was hoping it would make you feel better.
Arthur: Seriously? You just ensured the last thing that hand felt wasn’t gonna be me murdering you. Trust me. I feel better.
Arthur: Besides, you’re not the only one with a new trick.