Looking at this eldritch horror turns me cold. I’m not sure if it’s due to his briny and alien origin, the squirming tentacles, or just the feeling I get when I see anyone without a shirt; especially if a breathing tube is squirting icy water on a bare chest. If you feel the same chill, don’t despair. A t-shirt is all you need to warm up.
Published by Mark Heath
I'm a freelance cartoonist. My work has appeared in Reader's Digest, Harvard Business Review, American Scientist, Woman's World, and others. I'm also the creator of Spot the Frog, a comic strip you can find at Gocomics.com. View all posts by Mark Heath