
Tuesday, Brannon brought us doughnuts. Brannon, I hereby dedicate this illustration friday monster to you. May it serve you well.

The troll has to be a very dimensional creature. He is part of the lore of this land. And this particular troll has been set for reasons unknown to us, to gaurd this particular bridge. He is the gatekeeper to from one part of this world to another.
he has found that he has a decided liking for Lamb.
BEHOLD, THIS, is the new process. I have slaved and searched for years and years. Gone to the ends of the earth wearing not but a pair of sandals. Searched the darkest corners of the soul. And have arrived here. In a vision it was given to me. Del Thompson appeared in smoke and light and with a role of secret drafting paper in one hand and a trumpet in the other. He handed me the paper, and said, "Use this, and prosper mightily." Then he raised the horn and blew it with all the fury of a winter storm, right in my ear. And then I awoke to my cell phone ringing an awful fanfare ring I had not set it to. But I had it. I had the simple three step process to re-align the solar system. To set the stars, once and for all, to rights.

