nekid [click to embiggen]

Look, they know I’m going to open the fridge and pull out my lunch. They know that I will eat it at some point during the day. They know I will see any drawings made of them. This should not have come as a surprise, is all I’m saying.


Mr and Mrs Bugg stand bare, their stripes littering the ground behind them. Their hands are strategically positioned to cover their private bits, presumably. Their expressions are those of wide-eyed horror, and Mr Bugg holds up a hand to stop us looking further.

The text reads: “Sometimes the Buggs like to get nekid. But they didn’t expect you.”