So we've been working rather a lot, the two of us. I've written enough words to be repurposed as a proper paperback novel, and JD... well, JD's drawn more pages than 90% of anyone who reads this sentence. Things rusted are turning again, and that shower of oxidized iron flakes is a remedial baptism, baby. Schkade and Smith versus the Future. I think we can take him.
This fall, you know who you're voting for?