Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Kill the Pig, Make it Bleed! (Dark Days Ahead For Ziggy)

Poor Zig's financial woes have forced him into some kind of back-alley dentist's office. The certificates on the wall are meaningless; health standards have no home here. This unmasked, ungloved androgyne is all set to plunge his/her sweaty, hairy hands into Ziggy's terrified mouth along with six inches of metal. Novocaine is for pansies, right? I half expect to see restraints on Ziggy's chair.

Look at something like this and Gahan Wilson suddenly doesn't seem so bad.

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