I was rewriting the first half of Zachem Ya (kind of), and got sad, so to cheer myself up I needed to doodle some stupid alternate little universe where these losers meet in a totally normal way, and drunk-ass Gilbert just judges everything to filth because he can. Gilbert is the kinda guy that would call Ivan a peasant because he grew up poor, fight me.
(I'm not back. Just loitering temporarily.)











