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How often does Fake get the "sleepy pizza"? Is it when he tries to save too many clones?

(He is so precious, seeing your art never fails to make me happy~)

(Aaaaaw thank yoooou <3<3)

Very often, Mostly for his anger issues.

He has 2 sides, a silly frog and the DNA of a neurotic Italian.

The rat of forgiveness

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You know one of the things I love most about Tumblr?

If I have to lock my phone and do something else, what I was looking at isn't instantaneously banished to the Shadow Realm.

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Sounds about right.

Maurice Goes to Hell!

Here is the script for my episode yeehaw. It would have become a bigger script involving more character moments to be a special ep but, shit happens.

Script under the Read More! VVVVVV

[OUTSIDE - NIGHT: BAR]

MAURICE: (stumbling out of the bar and into the road, slurred speech) SIT N SPIN JAGOFFS. (just as he gets his finger out he's IMMEDIATELY hit by a bus/car)

[WHITE FLASH that fades into his new place in HELL]

MAURICE POV: (blurry eyes blinking and adjusting to see the devil) What the ffuu…

THE DEVIL: Welcome to HELL!

(Demons blowing party horns)

[POV switches to the rest of the room, showing Maurice in a bed made of the car that hit him]

THE DEVIL: A Spaghetti! I want to personally welcome you, the only one from your family, to the rest of YOUR MISERABLE ETERNITY. I've been waiting for a worthy new torturee and that... WOULD BE YOU, BU-

MAURICE: (shoves his hand into the devil's face) Shut the hell up.

THE DEVIL: (pathetically and quietly) s-shut up?

MAURICE: Is Peppino here?

THE DEVIL: (smacks Maurice's hand) I will not be DISRESPECTED in my OWN DOMAIN. NO! Your brother won’t be here to HELP YOU OUT OF THIS.

MAURICE: ....Yeah? Guess I'm screwed or whatever... (leans back and starts to relax in his car bed)

THE DEVIL: What do you think you're doing?! (yanks Maurice up by nose) You're in HELL.

MAURICE: Nah, I ain't.

THE DEVIL: We'll see about that!

[SCENE SKIP or TRANSITION to MAURICE in a liquor store]

THE DEVIL: Go on Maurice! Grab a drink for the LONG PAINFUL ROAD!

MAURICE: ...Alright. (he reaches for a drink… but stops just before touching it)

THE DEVIL: (watching in confusion) MAURICE: …I’m good actually. (hands in his pockets)

THE DEVIL: W-wha… HUH? This is your last chance to DRINK. Your FAVORITE LIQUOR? (holds up a bottle and wiggles it)

MAURICE: -shrugs- I’ll live.

THE DEVIL: (Grumbles) MOVING ON.

[MONTAGE: SHOW: Multiple attempts to make MAURICE miserable such as cutting him up, he's cool with it. Rolled into a cigar and smoked, he's cool with it. Made into a pizza out of the oven, he's cool with it. Leading up to the devil exasperated]

THE DEVIL: I see what’s going on here!

MAURICE: The worst thing you could do is leave me absolutely alone. Agony.

THE DEVIL: I am no fool Maurice! I have FOUND your Hell. Yes. (snaps fingers and room is filled with Peppino's) HOW'S THIS FOR YOU.

MAURICE: Whoa whoa whoa, why don't we go back to the chopping thing, that was great.

THE DEVIL: THIS IS HELL MAURICE. It is about time you get TORTURED like it! (cackles and leaves the room)

[MOMENTS LATER - THE DEVIL coming back to check on MAURICE, a bunch of the demon Peppino's are running out of the room crying, demon Peppino's consoling each other even]

THE DEVIL: What in blazes is GOING ON HERE?

[Demon Peppino's crying: He's horrible! Vile! Mean!]

THE DEVIL: W-what? YOU'RE DEMONS FOR HELL SAKE. (he enters the room)

MAURICE: (Happy like a pig in shit, relaxing, laid back, even got a beer from one of the demon Peppino's)

THE DEVIL: (SNAPS HIS PITCH FORK IN HALF) THATS IT! I've HAD ENOUGH. I RULE HELL, not GET TORTURED BY IT MYSELF. You SIR, are the WORST THING TO ENTER HELL. (In his face bearing his teeth)

MAURICE: (Handed a new beer bottle) Gettin a lil homo close, red man. But thanks. (snaps open his beer on the devil's horn)

THE DEVIL: (stunned, bewildered) ... I can't- I- .... YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF MY HELL. (grabs MAURICE)

MAURICE: YOU CAN'T KICK ME OUT. I BELONG HERE!!

THE DEVIL: NO YOU DON'T. (kicks MAURICE straight through the ceiling)

[Once again MAURICE POV, blinking out the blur to see Peppino]

PEPPINO: M-Maurice! You're alive!

MAURICE: (Groaning) W-what- no. Noooo.

NOISE: (Elbows MR.STICK) Pay up gangly. I WIN.

MR.STICK: People don't die like they use to. (grumbles and forks over the dough)

MAURICE: I'm in Hell.

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Man, if they remade Wing at this quality level I'd lose my mind.

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It was still 96° F when I got out of work tonight at around 8:30 PM.

F this heat.

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Caught this on the way out of work tonight. Classic anvil thunderhead. Even caught some lightning at the very beginning!

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Rest in Peace Ozzy, you crazy bugger.

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Me on my days off

A very sad middle aged man wearing sandals 😐

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Aaand I'm turning off anonymous asks again. A group of people have decided my disagreeing with them makes me The Enemy™ and thus must be destroyed.

I have finally encountered the infamous Tumblrina.

On a related note, this is why I don't like parts of the UT/DR fandom. The games are good but some of these people are fanatics.

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Ok, I'm not normally an UT/DR fan, but the addition made me laugh.

"i'm old and obsolete, nobody bothers to watch tv anymore, nobody wants me" BRO YOU ARE FIFTEEN FEET TALL. THE LAKERS! THE LAKERS NEED YOU! THEY NEED YOU SO BAD!!

YOU SHOULD BE BALLIN!!

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I sympathize. Heat index staying 90-110° F here (30-43° C) with the humidity sky-high. Like living in a sauna.

Couldn't Artfight be during winter ? it's hard to draw anything In this awfully hot weather

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Dessert pizza is a thing Peppino.

That being said, that is the correct way to bake a Pizzahead

Free Pizzas! A comic inspired by these credits artworks:

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Some lore: the Spaghetti family almost died out... but revenge kept them alive.

After the Old War, the three Founding Families became the major families of the new Italy, and, as happens, they fought amongst themselves. The rivalry between the Spaghettis and the Tagliatelles was particularly brutal, and around 1500 years after the War, came to a violent apex - the Tagliatelles, allied with the Rossinis, almost completely wiped out the Spaghettis in a cruel night-time attack later dubbed the Founders' Reckoning. Only a few survived, including a single male heir, who was sent away by his female relatives in order to preserve the family name. That boy, who had lost his parents and all his siblings, pledged revenge.

Two hundred years later, the Tagliatelle Trading Company began suffering huge losses - of ships and materiel, but primarily of bloodlines - any Tagliatelle on the ship was summarily executed, often in bloody and even cruel ways. The source was one man - Giovanni Spaghetti, the decendant of that single heir. The quest for revenge had been passed down to him, and rather than resenting it, he took up his charge with intense fervor, having grown up poor and knowing, through family stories, the heights from which his family had been driven.

Working his way up through a smaller shipping company, he gradually assumed power, changing it from shipping to piracy. When he was ready, he began to enact his family's revenge. He eventually took the moniker "Bloodsauce," due to his immense cooking skills coupled with his bloody vendetta.

Over the next decade, he systematically destroyed the Tagliatelle Trading Company, one ship and one heir at a time. Known for his charming demeanor paired with a violent temper, he also preyed upon any company that dared ally with them. When the Tagliatelles attempted to coerce the Rossinis to help them, the Rossinis, recognizing their opponent (the Rossinis and Spaghettis had long cross-bred, the source of the Spaghettis volatile temper), and long desiring the fall of another rival, refused.

Eventually, in a last desperate bid to stop their fall, the Tagliatelles finally caught Bloodsauce, and had him executed. Bloodsauce went to his death laughing, however: he knew the damage was done, both to their viability and their reputation, and he had many, many children, spread around the world; he knew the name would live on.

The Tagliatelles were finished.

After his death, only misfortune followed the few remaining Tagliatelles, and finally they were just as destitute and few as the Spaghettis had been.

The Spaghettis had finally gotten their revenge.

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Yep, I'm still around. Loss of my Mom, financial/legal nonsense, the weather, the horrible situation here in the US, and depression have all been conspiring to keep me in a "no creation" mood. I've been slowly writing up the next chapter whenever I have energy to do so. I hated leaving the last one on such a downer cliffhanger, but it's hard for me to write when I wake up having to justify my existence to myself (depression, whoo). I'm getting better, slowly. I want to continue my story so much. There so much more I want to say.

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A rare chance to catch a thunderhead at sunset. Was completely dark just a few minutes later. Even got some lightning!

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This has probably been done before but this pose I doodled him in reminded me too much of it [plus a quick “aftermath” doodle]

Do you think Peppino stays strapped after the whole tower thing or

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The Lilo & Stitch remake is a harsh reminder that when art is viewed as a product to make money, the resulting art becomes about nothing at all.