For the record, resorting to a Puffy comic is one thing. Resorting to two Puffy comics in a row is an entirely different thing. That second Puffy comic being sub-par, even on the relatively low par that generally accompanies a Puffy comic, is yet further removed as a thing. Finally, that latter Puffy comic upsetting the traditional relationships of Puffy, friends, girlfriends, and children–which is in essence outright absurd to consider anyway–is so far removed from the mere resorting to a Puffy comic that the two could theoretically have viable offspring, free of genetic defect.
Somewhere along the line that got away from me.
My point is to make a deep and sincere apology to what readership we retain after visiting such horrors upon your senses as a result of deciding that printing something is better than nothing. Please rest assured that our soul-consuming side project is complete–for the moment at least–and so long as this illness that seems to have seized all people is not a portent of the end times we will be back to our regular brand of entertainment next period.
Ja.