SPACE FREIGHTERS: PART XII

The FORCES team has really come alive with this spread, boyles & goyles! It's inevitable that some collaborations lose their wings and take a nose-dive, but every now and then, be it as small as a great handshake, or as titanic as the Pyramids at Giza, the cosmos will sometimes offer us a small respite on a harmonious woven hammock, maybe even between two palm trees that weirdly share a root system, and you don't ever want to get up out of that hammock, but you must, because if you don't you will fall asleep, and possibly be attacked by the Chartruvian Blood-Curdler, or back pains that take forever to go away--O! we just start to write run-on sentences when we gets excited, yes we does! Imagine yourself as an underdog plopped down into a harsh landscape where even sagebrush is afraid to grow. Then imagine being attacked by a huge, ugly brute. Now imagine the relief you might feel after separating this brute's head from it's body. Ahhhhhh...