Warren didn’t even go to NYCC and he still managed to catch some horrible Komodo Dragon Flu. Named, one assumes, for the color, size, and venom of the things that were growing in his lungs. Bless. So I don’t want you to think of this as so much of a skip week as it is an opportunity to take a moment and think about how fuckawesome Warren is to have not only fought off said scaly phlegm-creatures, but to have lived to tell the tale.
(Albeit barely. But still. He totally won. Mostly.)
Here, look at some pretty things while the old man recuperates.
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