Yay, flashback! Tres classy, Ms. Lydia. Build'em up and let 'em down, just like that bitch buttercup did.
Guh... Sleetch is so weirdly off-model in the last panel. Ignore his off-model-ness. Actually, I take that back. Sleetch doesn't /have/ a freaking model-- I've been thinking about this, and Sleetch's definition is pretty much the absence of all symmetry or other things that might cause your eyes pleasure.
All properties (c) Lydia Ross (a.k.a. self-called-nowhere, a.k.a. Me)