Memory of being extremely frustratified, really nasty grumpster night when I drew these what, like last year or some junk. What, what. See, this whole organization thing (illuminati, illuminatus, illest villain) saladworks. I think I need a crew to make these places squeally swell. Or maybe I'll reproduce asexually while I slumber tonight beneath camo-patterned curtains. Snadd and Tadd. And then they reproduce, and then they reproduce, and so on and so on.