Is it happy?
I got really, really, REALLY TIRED.
There. That’s it. I went for 24 hours posting a new comic every hour. I went the distance and now I’m done. It is finished.
I must rest now.
It’s happy because it’s thinking of crawling on you.
When the hair feels threatened, it embiggens itself.
This plum thinger needs an attitude adjustment.
He saw your face.