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Smoking obscure cigars is bad, m’okay?
Forever arguing with each other.
Some Maxwell’s dreadful teeth doodles.
“Whatever you’re plotting Wes, don’t do it.”
The dapper man and the mime.
“You, little silent shit!”
Some shadow Wes and Willam drawings.
Wes wins the fight against Deerclops.
I don’t know why I have that itch to draw Wes lately.
Wilson taking a nap.