Masked Tynic just don’t care!
So I was chatting with my pal Tynic when she just starts going off on a tear about how she would love nothing more than to slap the ice cream cones out of the hands of weepy fat kids. I don’t know what brought it on, but I’ve learned that it’s best to just humor her until the hysteria passes. By the time she began planning her capers in shocking detail (down to the most efficient cone slapping technique and which targets would put up the least resistance) I was taking notes. This doodle was the result of my exhaustive documentation.