Everything I draw ends up wearing a bow-tie

Okay, so, true story time.

I once owned a guineapig named after a type of WW2 bomb.

Well, actually, that’s a little imprecise; the guineapig was adorable and lovely, and me being the adorable and lovely child that I was gave it an adorable and lovely sounding name;

Doodlebug.

I wondered at the time why my parents looked slightly surprised at the choice, but I supposed it was just because it was such a fantastic name because I was the genius that all 6 year olds are convinced that they are. It was only later that I learned that this word also happened to be the name for the V-1 flying bomb which featured heavily in the second World War (this unpleasant motherfucker right here), but the name was awesome and to be fair guineapigs are kind of shell-shaped anyway and like hell I was going to change it. So technically it wasn’t named after a bomb it just happened to be called exactly the same thing.

Anyway yeah

explosive guineapig missiles

get that shit.