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Wat. Yes. Random sketchification resumes. This time, I bring you exciting dudes standing around. One of those dudes is a skeleton. And one of them has a space suit that he probably stole from all the other dudes in space suits (don’t tell anyone, but I only know how to draw that one space suit).

Jun 14th at 8PM / tagged: sketches. dudes. skeleton. astronaut. / reblog / 6 notes

Zomg, daily sketches for the last four days:

Tiny skeletor!

You’d think a skeleton wouldn’t need a space suit, what with being dead and all, but it turns out that skeletons get cold too.

A lady with a suitcase. What is in the suitcase? Strudels. Tasty tasty strudels. Man I’m hungry now.

And a happy robut. It’s happy because it has clamps for hands, and everyone knows clamps are superior to hands in every conceivable way.

Daily sketches for the last five days that I finally got around to scanning. Eventually the concept of ‘daily’ will sink in.