[oh this asshole got the sarcasm. He's just an asshole.]
alrighty
[And sending it over! It's... it's a comic, of all things? Huh. And the star of the show is a little egg named Jimmy (you can tell because the word JIMMY is written over him in big orange letters) with a faint crack down the top of its head. Rest assured, Sanji's drawing skills are as poor as he warned: the egg's shape is more a wobble, and though Sanji cared enough to put in facial expressions, it's... it's stick-figure levels of shameful.
But anyway, the comic! It's made of six panels.
Panel one: Jimmy is alone, looking around, a squiggly hand covering his mouth. There's some grass and shit around him, or... something. The fuck is that background?
Panel two: Jimmy is walking through the not!grass. Two squiggly hands on his mouth now! He looks worried? Or he's trying his best to have any sort of expression.
Panel three: Jimmy starts crying. Huge crocodile tears arching in the air from his eyes. Sanji's given up on the backgrounds.
Panel four: Oh no, there are other eggs around! Three huge eggs with muscles and aggressively drawn eyebrows. They crowd around Jimmy, who is still crying,
Panel five: It's... all black. Sanji took a crayon and went to town. Gold star for atmosphere (?)
Panel six: Oh look, Jimmy is back! \8D/ Looking so proud of himself as he stands on the cracked, broken bodies of his enemies, yolk and bits of egg floating around like the grim reminders of human fragility. Hands in the air, Jimmy, you're a super star!
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alrighty
[And sending it over! It's... it's a comic, of all things? Huh. And the star of the show is a little egg named Jimmy (you can tell because the word JIMMY is written over him in big orange letters) with a faint crack down the top of its head. Rest assured, Sanji's drawing skills are as poor as he warned: the egg's shape is more a wobble, and though Sanji cared enough to put in facial expressions, it's... it's stick-figure levels of shameful.
But anyway, the comic! It's made of six panels.
Panel one: Jimmy is alone, looking around, a squiggly hand covering his mouth. There's some grass and shit around him, or... something. The fuck is that background?
Panel two: Jimmy is walking through the not!grass. Two squiggly hands on his mouth now! He looks worried? Or he's trying his best to have any sort of expression.
Panel three: Jimmy starts crying. Huge crocodile tears arching in the air from his eyes. Sanji's given up on the backgrounds.
Panel four: Oh no, there are other eggs around! Three huge eggs with muscles and aggressively drawn eyebrows. They crowd around Jimmy, who is still crying,
Panel five: It's... all black. Sanji took a crayon and went to town. Gold star for atmosphere (?)
Panel six: Oh look, Jimmy is back! \8D/ Looking so proud of himself as he stands on the cracked, broken bodies of his enemies, yolk and bits of egg floating around like the grim reminders of human fragility. Hands in the air, Jimmy, you're a super star!
THE END.]