The Pen Comic, page 3
My turn with the comic again. So I certainly couldn't provide a whole page's worth of drawings, but my esoteric interests could at least help me produce some spot illustration renderings of such antiquities as the T and O map. Not a lot of teenagers be making Prester John jokes, yo! Doesn't matter if I can't spell Edinburgh worth a damn!
"And where, prithee, would that be?" asked the intrepid manservant, fancying a week's voyage to Edinsborough or Paris.
(Europa, India Majora, Libya, To: Spain, Edge of the Worlde, Kingdom of Prester John, W.W.W.W.D.)
"Six month's voyage by sea to the New World, past the Cape of Good Hope, around the Peninsula of Bad Gas, a brief provisioning stop at the Isle of Great Sex, then down to the very Arse of the Americas."
"But however will I ever afford the fare for such a prolonged voyage?"
"WHACK!" said Mr. Blackjack as he beaned the squire into unconsciousness.
"That's all right, we're short a few oarmen for the trip back."
The squire was silent in approval (or was that insensibility?)
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"And where, prithee, would that be?" asked the intrepid manservant, fancying a week's voyage to Edinsborough or Paris.
(Europa, India Majora, Libya, To: Spain, Edge of the Worlde, Kingdom of Prester John, W.W.W.W.D.)
"Six month's voyage by sea to the New World, past the Cape of Good Hope, around the Peninsula of Bad Gas, a brief provisioning stop at the Isle of Great Sex, then down to the very Arse of the Americas."
"But however will I ever afford the fare for such a prolonged voyage?"
"WHACK!" said Mr. Blackjack as he beaned the squire into unconsciousness.
"That's all right, we're short a few oarmen for the trip back."
The squire was silent in approval (or was that insensibility?)
<- blending in
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