Kirtu Comic -

Kirtu lets go. He pulls a crumpled, half-eaten list from his loincloth.

A long, silent beat. The red eyes blink. Slowly, a gnarled, clawed hand emerges from the cave, holding a single, sad-looking sausage on a fork. kirtu comic

Today. Today will be different.

…What?

Kirtu crosses his arms. The helmet slips over his eyes. Kirtu lets go