Monday, December 17, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
After several goings backward and forward she was forced to bring him the key. Bluebeard, having very attentively considered it, said to his wife, "How comes this blood upon the key?"
"I do not know," cried the poor woman, paler than death.
"You do not know!" replied Bluebeard. "I very well know. You were resolved to go into the closet, were you not? Mighty well, madam; you shall go in, and take your place among the ladies you saw there."
I was gonna do an AWESOME version of this but now I don't have time so here's a crappy idea sketch instead.
Posted by hamish grieve at 2:50 PM