"There's no time to explain! Get on whatever the hell this is!"
I think this is one of those things that can stay secret.
Because if there's any part of your body that doesn't need protection, it's your chest.
The dude in the loicloth is just as confused about this art style as we are.
Don't mess with us. We have an ugly swan thing.
Bad Joke Eel makes his literary debut!
"You're looking at the man who invented 'Theater in the Square.' Nobody has a good seat!"
"No, on second thought let's not invade Camelot. 'Tis a silly place."
Not even the sky can resist petting the derpy star beast.
Party healer, or just an excuse to cop a feel?
I didn't think it was possible to be bored by a group of scantily clad space-women abducting you while a giant green cat watches with a creepy amount of interest.
Biplanes vs. dragons? I think I know how this book ends.
"It's not a question of where he grips it! It's a simple question of weight ratios."
Didn't even know it was possible to look so uninterested in hurling spells at giant blue lizards.
Uh... kid, that's not how you hold a sword. Good way to lose a hand though.
Is Han Solo gonna kill Rory? Again?