Midnight Pals: Hurt Comfort (Patreon)

Neil Gaiman: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this
Gaiman: the most whimsical apocalypse
Gaiman: open the sphincters of your mind
Gaiman: 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 hurt
Gaiman:
Kafka: you did a no comfort

Kafka: you did a bad feel
Kafka: you did a cold prickly
Kafka: you did a whoopsie vibe
Kafka: you did a sad thing

Gaiman: ah but you see
Gaiman: the story is the thing
Gaiman: sometimes, my friend, you must climb the statue of the demon to get closer to god
Kafka: this is violence
Gaiman: look, the lid comes right off
Gaiman: i was just doing a bit

Kafka: i'm calling you out, gaiman
Kafka: you did a floopsie poop
Gaiman: ah well
Kafka: i demand that you rectify this
Kafka: you need to do a make-right memoir
Gaiman: ah well
Kafka: i am waiting

Kafka: i need a cozy continue
Barker: estrogen could have saved her
Poe: hush, clive
Barker: i'm just sayin
Poe: no one likes egg culture jokes clive