"But I must warn you, amigo: we are not the only killers in this forest. Legend tells of an invisible beast who hunts men like cheap candy! He is called THE PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER GHOST... which, I discover, sounds not good en Iglés."
Tintin skinned alive? I'd read that. The rest of those books could be sooo dull. (
Jesse Hamm via
Periscope Studio via
A.G. Pasquella)
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