trap

Three gloomy goons went for a gagged gig and drowned themselves in the floor. The stumbler of the pond grinned and said “ah!ah!”.

Numb

I’ve searched for old drawings on my cluttered computer. I found one which was signed Nodaïn, it reassured me. I cannot think of Gaïn or Gaiihin without a sneer.

A tramp poured wine on the floor and said “for the dead”. Sir Happy Sappy and Nappy-Pamby Monster are frolic, naked and proud.