|alas, poor Spenser, I knew him well...|
Um, I don't feel that way about Spenser. It's just--you get to the last panel and you panic, and you end up hitting Edmund Spenser over the head with a shovel.
I got home to ink the strip and found I'd left my materials in my office. Panic! Thus the crappy "super-flow" ball point ink job. It's funny how dependent I've gotten on the gray wash for shading.