It took me fifteen years, but I finally decided to put some undercarriage on that exploding truck instead of leaving it looking like the outer shell of a hobby model that hasn’t had its innards assembled yet.  It’s been bothering me for exactly that long, but back when I originally drew this I was in finals week or something.

As with “Act with integrity, no regrets,” this moment is important enough to look better.  Not, like, completely-redrawn better, because I’m clusterfeeding a pair of infants today, but a little smidge better.