Bring out the whelp

[richard_powell]

The husk shows promise; Underneath the chub there is muscle, I promise. In the best shape and somehow weigh what I did in HS. That old slacker could never huff like this one can. I'm all these years in the making, honing and practicing; the boilerman burns the fuel.

For what? What great work to be done? To remind.
Scripts: Last Meal, Chromeheart.
Sequences: Punk Divine and Funky Planet.
Writs: Strangeberry and Descending