What a way to go. >_>
With which I mean to say: what a desirable way to go, of course. Not even pro patria morire can be as sweet a death as being fluffed to death by Alpacas*…I mean, as long as you have to die, anyway, and it’s only a matter of the means.
And this villain/sub-boss had to die, of course, since that’s part of his job…the central part, in fact. Not normally the only part, of course, but in this case it kinda was – which is the result of Snuka’s little shortcut through the obligatory bits of the plot. And that shortcut is also the reason why the villain/sub-boss didn’t even get any opportunity to polish his villainous credentials by kicking a puppy in either the figurative or literal sense. So you have to take my word for it: he was a nasty guy and fully deserved this.
My decision on the outfit for Gregory’s second form was rather random (as I already admitted, I think), but it really paid big dividends in this strip: I got to use the word “Alpacalypse”. And not only got to use it, but use it unironically, even. A very good decision, with hindsight.
More on Thursday.
* I guess the number of people who believe in the sweetness of pro patria morire is dwindling, anyway…
I’m neutral on the issue, I’ve never tried dying for anything.