Turtle Beach (and the gang...)

'There's a million reasons to get up each morning'. Stanley said that to himself every day and every day that million reasons failed to walk into his office...

Deek and Dolly were a pair of characters... yessir.

Gene Whitlock's Unsavoury Alphabet

Beasts of the Open Prairie

Mr Longstrothen-Bruen was particularly font of his friend, Eric 'the warbler' Sinclair, but when Tommy got involved, that's when every single rule changed!

Cornelius had the most endearing habit of completely forgetting he was a civilised chap, and would insist on not noticing his lack of clothes until the most inopportune moment (seen here chatting with the Right Secretary of the Exterior).

Monks and Pirates and Frontier Life!

Ladies on the frontier must always be prepared for the worst possible contingencies, specifically those involving bandits, brigands and brush salesmen! Edna Euphamiassen practices regularly with her single-shot 'Budhapster's Reporter'. She can reportedly take a man's dignity at 400yards (what's a yard?)

On the other side of the equation are those wild horsemen (and Antelope-men) of the eastern plains! Tattoo-ed and hungry, they will stampede the tiny settlements if only to watch television, before riding into the dusty sunset while small boys say, 'that wasn't so bad, was it now?'. (Cue interesting mongolian remix of Ennio Morricone's spaghetti western scores.

Filthy pirates and their nautical habits! Red-eyed Stanley here is a master of ropes and strings and stuff.

MORE PIRATEY TYPES! (this fellow spent FAR too long looking at the cover of Prince Charming! 'Try and use a mirror, not a bullet or a kniiiiiiife!')

Pangolin's are ALWAYS getting caught up in one sort of crazy or another. This chap isn't just a religious type, he's ALSO carrying a burning sphere (he claims it's magical and stuff, but really it's just on fire!)

Ninja Mouse...

CATFIGHT!

Barflies

The bar vibrated with the staccato grind of the jukebox. Branson Brickfords 'My enemy's evacuation' was now on it's 3rd spin, but the patrons weren't here for the music. They were here for cheap-ass booze and a quick escape from the shady world of hustlers, gangs and private dicks outside that door.

Wing was used to this bar. He liked a fight but he didn't make trouble cos the prospect of findin' somewhere new... was 'unconsciounable'. So he kept to himself, drinking his Highballs and scraping at the initials carved into the bar top.

But then he saw her... gorgeous and vulnerable. So, so vulnerable, and definitely in need of assistance...

Sometimes a guy has to help a lady out.
Sometimes a gal finds herself in a spot of trouble. Right now trouble was a half-ton of fresh beef leaning its rump on yonder bar stool. She could already see where tonight was headed.

...and only a little premature violence will get the big palooka to peace-off!