A sketch I commissioned from RubyconCream. This is what the inside of my mind looks like all day, every day.
“God dammit, you two, stop fighting–Archie, give Maxie back his Groudon–I SAID SHUT THE GODDAMN HELL UP, DO YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE YOU BOTH AT A GAS STATION LIKE WE DID WITH N? Oh, for fuck’s sake…Cyrus, how many miles until we get to Disneyworld?”

