I had a reader who desperately wanted to see Tuna wearing panties on his head. Here that wish is granted.
Tuna always used to mess up my comics supplies. He’d get onto my work table and knock all my pens to the floor, where he’d try to destroy them. I don’t blame him. But I had to keep my supplies locked up so much that after he died, I noticed a sizable increase in my comics output with the freely available pens.