...I've been gone. Whoops. But that tends to happen sometimes.
MY end of the story consists of the fact that I got the flu. And a bad case of it, lemme tell ya. Actually, no, that's not my job, which leads me to the other side of the story, which is that my artist, who PROMISED TO MONITOR MY MESSAGES IF SOMETHING HAPPENED, apparently had some silly family emergencies. Something about her mother collapsing. Also her laptop's apparently been broken. Boo-hoo.
THANK YOU, HOWEVER, for continuing to submit questions. As soon as she's done being a fat slob at her job, (Some people need to WORK for their things? Really? Wow.), I'll withhold her rations and force her to answer you for me.~
I'm fine, also. But it was gross. I hate being sick. That drip Ash Ketchum NEVER gets sick, and I don't know how, because I'm pretty sure he eats rotten food. I've seen him do it a couple times, now.
I'll catch you all on the flip-side. Older me also wants me to let you all know that my/our responses are going to be maybe one to two panels, now. I guess he pities our art-slave or something, what a moron.