Hello, radio audience I come to you live from under my desk, where I’ve dragged my microphone and I’m currently hiding in the fetal position. Did you write letters? Then you should not do this anymore.
I was gonna do more with this, but then I didn’t really like how it was coming out, so just lineart!
Ponder Stibbons was one of those unfortunate people cursed with the belief that if only he found out enough things about the universe it would all, somehow, make sense. The goal is the Theory of Everything, but Ponder would settle for the Theory of Something and, late at night, when Hex appeared to be sulking, he despaired of even a Theory of Anything.