Showing posts with label We all miss Heath. Show all posts
Showing posts with label We all miss Heath. Show all posts

The Final Zurprise!

With Wasted retiring from the physical world to exist solely in the ghostly realm of digital downloads from issue #8, it seemed an appropriate time to conclude the Kinder Zurprise running gag:

  ...and in an irrevocable ret-con-proof fashion at that. Art duties by lactating parkour-master Paul McCann. We also sneaked this one in just prior to that, because it's important to honour the dead.

These both crawled from the earth then exploded into microscopic space dust back in Wasted #8.