You know, we always called each other good fellas. Like you said to, uh, somebody, “You’re gonna like this guy. He’s all right. He’s a good fella. He’s one of us.” You understand? We were good fellas. Wiseguys.
Well, this was inevitable… another
setting where Tom and Jerry would be (somewhat) more at home. I don’t
know if they actually stick the phrase “original movie” on the
title itself or if it’s just for the trailers, not that I’m
particularly interested in finding out.
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But still I couldn’t hurt him. How could I hurt him? I couldn’t even bring myself to leave him. The truth was that no matter how bad I felt I was still very attracted to him. Why should I give him to someone else? Why should she win?