He’s a tough-talkin mustachioed cat who don’t take no backtalk from no jive rodent. Don’t push no illegally imported Brie on his corner, or he’ll whup you so bad you’ll be drinkin’ straight Cheddar through a straw for the rest of your days.
So I think I’m going to San Diego Comic Con this year. I’ll be going as “bald dude in a black v-neck giving out minicomics to anyone who wants one”. And even people that don’t want one. I’m not picky.
If you see a bald dude roving around the convention floor high-fiving people and slipping comics in their back pockets, that’s me!
To echo Zac Gorman’s sentiment… I’ve always been ashamed that on my first playthrough, I left Shadow to die on the floating continent.