Hail to the King. At least get him a robe or something.

I wish I had more to say this week but general medical shenanigans have left me feeling surprisingly flattened (I’m OK, just very tired). I have high hopes that I’ll feel less like I’ve been run through a washing machine full of bricks by next comic.

I hope you are all OK, and your enemies always smell faintly of week old socks.