You leave Sneptember alone

Photoelectric gang

What’s he doin with that pumpkin?

I don’t think it’s anything intentional. I think it’s just that MFF doesn’t have much pull in a convention mill town like Rosemont.

I’m trying in the lotto but all of these big cons are starting to feel like work

There’s a Starman Waiting in the sky He’d like to come and meet us But he thinks he’d blow our minds

Oh I just pretend those don’t exist

On my second litre

All gone

At Hofbrauhaus. This is why I’m fat. “I’ll have a litre beer”