Big fuzzy gals. Not so big dudes.
That's it. That's the book.
All art belongs to someone else. I can't even draw a straight line. If you don't see the artist's tag or watermark in the artwork, feel free to ask me where it came from. I'll try to tra...
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Pete: ...Oh. Ah...yeah, that's new.
Braun: Go talk to her. She's creeping me the hell out with that whole...waggly thing she's doing.
Pete: I'm not even sure how to make friends with snakes.
Braun: Bullshit, you make friends with everything. You're like some interspecies Labrador.
Pete: Do not.
Braun: I watched you get dragged facefirst into the abyssal plane by the flaming paws of a demon-hound-thing. With a necklace made of human skulls. At least one of which clearly belonged to a child.
Pete: ...I don't see how that's releva—
Braun: You showed up the next morning with singed hair, no shirt, fresh-baked delicacies, and her phone number cauterized into your left buttcheek. With a heart.
