I caught a flu of the century in Hamburg and was bed-bound for DAYS. These sorry scribbles were done in the eye of the storm.

// *Various coughing and sneezing* / I’m one walking biohazard… /
Professor Tanant of studio course 7 appears to me in delirium. / Why aren’t you working on the scale model? Mercy, professor, can’t you see I’m not okay… / That’s no reason to — What would you like me to do?! Make a model from used tissues? Or from my own dead body?! / … / NOW I think we’re getting somewhere! Oh, begone! /
Neti pot! I’ll give half a kingdom for neti pot! But you don’t have half a kingdom. / I’ll give my firstborn for half a kingdom!! Fair enough… //

Craving for pizza as well was Ina