"Can you please tell me how I can get home from here?"

"Home is where the heart is, that's what they say. Boy scouts have a salty sort of taste, with marshmallow overtones. I like your dress. Is it Gucci?"

"Yes, yes it is. So... you're familiar with my customs?"

"I've never killed a customs agent. Are they good to kill? Never mind. Where is your cat?"

"My- she's... back at home"

"Does your father ever have sex with her? Which vice does he preside over? I'm just fucking with you about that. But seriously, do you like sweet or salt best?"

"Can you please tell me why I'm here, and how I can get home? Maybe there's some type of arrangement we can make..."

"I wonder what you'd look like inside out? Like a christmas tree?"

"I...I am willing to negotiate"

"I can almost taste you now. You once had a dream you cracked open the moon like an egg, and a red yolk came out and you fried it on the Earth, didn't you, once, eh? Did you? Speak plainly and tell me: Did you?"

"I...I don't believe so.."

"You did. You dreamt exactly that. People think someone like me would delight in the carnage of a battlefield, but I prefer a nice mall don't you?"

"Yes, certainly. Perhaps, in that spirit-"

"You wish to sell me cuff links? Can you breathe in a cloud of iron fillings? Lets find out. Let's discover a new jigsaw, a new 3-D puzzle, shall we? The human body disassembled, might be put back together in a way that makes sense. You could make a fine buckyball out of the bones and a yurt from the skin and a talk show host out of the wet parts. What an imaginative people you are. We stand in awe at the outskirts of Buenos Aires in the summertime, each fly a musical note. Can we send out for ice cream? For girls who work in ice cream parlors and their boyfriends in their Trans Ams? Taste this part of my leg. It tastes differently from this part. You won't taste? I have a penis. Would you prefer it? Do you like salty or sweet? Seriously. Choose one. Would you like to see my penis? I asked for it special. There's a catalog..."

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This is tonight's boredem killer.
Sketched and painted in PS2.
I was sketching and he reminded me of the Chesire cat!
I love how he's insane, random and no help whatsoever.
If I ever made that movie, this would be the him
he'd be 8 feet tall...and he'd sound like the Angel of Death from the Hellboy movie....yeahhh.
and yes! I gave him a third eye!
For he is all seeing!
*ooooo *




[[ Please don't use without permission]]

(( fyi- System of a Down was blaring in my earphones when I made this ))

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Edit!
Thanks for the DD!! That's pretty insane!

and, to clarify, the Cheshire Cat does not talk like this in the movies or the books!
Although it would be pretty awesome of he did.
This is an excerpt from a novel that I am currently reading.
I thought it fit this Cheshire nicely, so I threw it in there.
here is the book if you wanna check it out--> [link]