Gobbo Lin

A little comics lesson I drew with a mouse a little over a year ago. Originally intended to just be notes to myself, but I decided to write it so it would help fellow comics makers out.

ARE YOU SMARTER THAN MR FIRES?

there's a devious imposter in the masters' midst. a rogue londoner has crafted an all-concealing robe and snuck into the heart of the bazaar. they've tampered with taxes, stolen from hoards, sabotaged schemes, and have even gone as far as to bite their ""coworkers"" a truly nonsensical number of times in a row.

these atrocities CANNOT stand. somehow, someway, they MUST be brought to justice.

🫵 and YOU have been chosen for this all-important task.

it is your responsibility (and obligation, under threat of being subjected to mr pages' terrible poetry) to figure out which robed tyrant is the bat behind the slaughter. if you fail, the real mr veils will almost certainly kill you for failing to notice its clearly superior taste in fashion. if you succeed... well, it'll probably kill you anyway, but at least you'll die with the knowledge that you're really really good at spot the difference games. or perhaps the imposter will find it in his fluke-core heart to discard his disguise and save your life? you can only dream.

you only have one day, and one shot. you have to make this count. with the threat of death and/or crushing indignity looming from above, you finally ask yourself once and for all...

ARE YOU SMARTER THAN MR FIRES?

there's a devious imposter in the masters' midst. a rogue londoner has crafted an all-concealing robe and snuck into the heart of the bazaar. they've tampered with taxes, stolen from hoards, sabotaged schemes, and have even gone as far as to bite their ""coworkers"" a truly nonsensical number of times in a row.

these atrocities CANNOT stand. somehow, someway, they MUST be brought to justice.

🫵 and YOU have been chosen for this all-important task.

it is your responsibility (and obligation, under threat of being subjected to mr pages' terrible poetry) to figure out which robed tyrant is the bat behind the slaughter. if you fail, the real mr veils will almost certainly kill you for failing to notice its clearly superior taste in fashion. if you succeed... well, it'll probably kill you anyway, but at least you'll die with the knowledge that you're really really good at spot the difference games. or perhaps the imposter will find it in his fluke-core heart to discard his disguise and save your life? you can only dream.

you only have one day, and one shot. you have to make this count. with the threat of death and/or crushing indignity looming from above, you finally ask yourself once and for all...

beautiful vision here, let me just add that I can see this thing wanting to hide the fact something is wrong with it bc a) never show weakness and b) clearly the Tailor is the one who poisoned it so do not give them the satisfaction of knowing it's working

so the Tailor can clearly tell SOMETHING is wrong but the thing is trying (failing) to suppress the wheezing sneezing coughing hacking all while SCOWLING at them and then when they ask "what the fuck is wrong with you" it responds with either "NOTHING. NOTHING IS EVER WRONG" or "you obviously know what's wrong", A++ communication skills

when they finally put the pieces together the thing is bitter as hell and all they can do is fucking laugh at it as they are walking away. big scary vake caught a cold. lol. loser.