like a sloppy hook sliding into your tongue

Tinzeroes is proceeding apace on his latest multi-part epic.

Volume 2 is breathing hard, rhythmically, and its chest is flushed. Pupils dilated. Heart beating ever faster.

My own works proceed, as we know, more in sits and farts fits and starts. However, to prove that I've been working, I present to you:

The First Line of the Next Collision-Penned Issue of

Super! Hero! Shared! Housing!

"Where once she seemed to waft, now only chunder hurtles." MudMan's illustrative hand dawdled like a butterfly, then plunged like a hawk, flinging beery droplets & foam across the living room.

Fuck. Yes.