BoxJam: What did you do on your travels, Mallethead?
Mallethead: Well, I climbed the sky until I could hear the Moon's whispers. I watched fire and rain below me and floated down with leaves and washed...
Mallethead: reborn and grew like a young shoot out of the soup of humanity dimensions folding together ??? baby sunlight ???ic until everything became clear clean? of??? flames of m??? ???tive energy flow ??? clouds carried me along the ridge of
BoxJam: There's no way I'm drawing that.