Midnight Pals: Hurt Comfort (Patreon)

Neil Gaiman: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call thisGaiman: the most whimsical apocalypseGaiman: open the sphincters of your mindGaiman: and let the torrent of wonder flood you

Gaiman: stop! stop the story!Gaiman: i can't get the lid off of my jar of rainbows! won't someone help me?Gaiman: you perhaps?Franz Kafka: you did a genre hurtGaiman:Kafka: you did a no comfort

Kafka: you did a bad feelKafka: you did a cold pricklyKafka: you did a whoopsie vibeKafka: you did a sad thing

Gaiman: ah but you seeGaiman: the story is the thingGaiman: sometimes, my friend, you must climb the statue of the demon to get closer to godKafka: this is violenceGaiman: look, the lid comes right offGaiman: i was just doing a bit

Kafka: i'm calling you out, gaimanKafka: you did a floopsie poopGaiman: ah wellKafka: i demand that you rectify thisKafka: you need to do a make-right memoirGaiman: ah wellKafka: i am waiting

Kafka: i need a cozy continueBarker: estrogen could have saved herPoe: hush, cliveBarker: i'm just sayinPoe: no one likes egg culture jokes clive