Well here we are again! No zombies this time, as I don’t want to get all pigeon-holed (which sounds vaguely lewd…) as “that fella who draws them zombies”. Though there are at least two more zombie comics on deck for all you necrophiles out there.
When I was younger my toys came to all sorts of horrible ends. Including my brother’s Optimus Prime, God forgive me. Because of this, and the horrible things I discovered my brother had done to my Jetfire in retribution, I’m just not able to muster up any significant fright at the thought of killer toys. I’m all too aware of just how poorly they take any sort of concentrated beating and/or firecracker introduction to their sensitive bits.