This glossy article is the product of that time spent chillin’. The brevity of the story is made up for by the illustration of me in full Tyrannosaurus-Rex glory, finally shedding light on why I can’t, in fact, twiddle my thumbs or scratch my nose.
What I’d really love to know is why the illustrator felt it was necessary to detail a fine-web of red lines in the corners of my eyes, making me subtly look like a pot head, a T-Rex pot head.
Game Boy [5280]