Your amount of style is inversely proportional to the amount of fucks you have. Its cooler that ice cubes in a freezer in the north pole in winter. If you don’t keep making these, we would hate you, but still have an urge invite you to help kill zombie t-rexs with katanas on flaming space motorcycles to the sounds of an epic guitar solo that is so epic it can be heard in the vacuum of space. I don’t have enough pairs of sunglasses to throw off of my face while screaming “Hell Yeah!!!” in response to your comic recipes.