“Jenkins!” “Yes, sir.” “The time draws nigh.” “It does, sir.” “I can’t draw nigh. I can do a bunny, but not nigh.” “I’ve seen your bunny, sir. You capture the ears quite well.” “Could’ve been an artist, Jenkins. Painted. Sculpted. Or performance art. I could have thrown poop at people and had museums give me … Continue reading Hop In The Hack