Coats for the Betterment

As you may have know-teethed, I have uplifted that iconic still from Harold's moving version of Undie's sketch, featuring, truly, my true self, and used it as a somewhat of a something which goes just there (—>) and positively beams with graffito-optimism — don't you think? The skoon in question was one in which I, as the headmaster (street-wise, if you know what I mean), made my credit-inspired transformation into a tux Romana and leapt off down the street to unearnest Zapparhythms. Obviously my caricature’s past wasn't dwelt upon, being made primarily for an audience who are only sure of two things: its amateurism and its lack of graphic gagging. But certainly that history was there — in almost every frame; I made sure of that.

Credit where credit's accepted: Whenever you glance left, remember that that's my miniscule form but Hazzold's frame, and, apparently, Uncle's ideo (someone's graffitting too). On that bracketed latter, I have, for our sake, dubbed hum Deacon, purely so I can say that that wall there features some of Deacon's remarkable blues. But that's off the rack: The point I'm endeavouring is thus: Harri is responsible, primarily, for that there. Got it?