Tomorrow. I negotiate for ketchup.
Today. Today will be different.
A bleak, rocky wasteland under a grey sky. KIRTU, a scrawny, big-nosed goblin-like creature, stands next to a massive, rusty lever. He wears a helmet two sizes too big. kirtu comic
Kirtu heaves the lever with impossible strength. The ground shakes. Somewhere, a distant castle explodes. Kirtu is already walking away, munching the sausage, the helmet still over his eyes. Tomorrow