They’ve been throttled into an ebon vat, encased in a metallic pod, volleyed into the air with pneumatic force and one of them appears to be bleeding the Union Jack on the rug. I wouldn’t say ALRIGHT, but they’re definitely not in a coma (at least, according to the vials my glasses are reading – they’ll be back on their feet in no time. Though, it might be wise to prepare a ‘Thank You’ pastry for when they awake). Of course, those residual discombobulated speeches are a tad disconcerting. Still, I’ve got all the hues I need to look the ethnicity prevalent on that film, so…silver lining perhaps? Oh and it looks like the key to affirming stereotypes is by blunt force trauma. Might want to keep that in mind~.

Gluepaw is just…he’s just amazing. Seriously.

Just…just look at these frames. The quality is just DROOLIING from it and he was bloody running on Monster drinks during the shading portion. X3

But yeah, simply divine – this series.

COMMISSION HIM NAO!

Art © Salem

Edits/Dialogue © Yours Truly