Hug-pocalypse, Part 3
Little late on this one, but I have a good excuse. I wanted to base this strip on a scene from an old G.I.Joe comic where Cobra Commander has dinner with his conspirators and it took me time to dig up the old issue. It was great, Major Bludd wrote him a poem.
“Cobra Commander, he’s my chum, I trust him like I trust my gun.”
Loving this arc. Might this eclectic bunch have a cool villain-group name?