Of all the WTF going on in this cover, the thing that concerns me the most: Where the hell is her other leg?
I'm thinking this is one of those stories of my life I'd rather not remember.
Alright, I'll be the hero. But only if the robot agrees to put on some underwear.
Zelde sees no reason to cover up in the harsh vacuum of space.
I always thought having a dog on mars would be...more fun.
I can't look at this cover without imagining him going, "Wheeeeeeeee!"
Oil-seal is too slippery for even semi-transparent beings to ride.