Rob's Internal Crew

It's these guys!  I love these guys.  They're like Doozers, except they run my body.  I was sick for the entire month of March this year, and I'd like to think it was a clerical error, and not my aging body being ravaged by disease.

Tuesday Bonus Round

Just another redraw.

In My Belly

 In Rob's Belly, 1 of 5.  

If it's not clear, and I can't think of why it wouldn't be, but just in case, these are tiny versions of me that live in my belly.

 In Rob's Belly, 2 of 5.

2300 calories have arrived.

 In Rob's Belly, 3 of 5.

My workers are not as pleased as I would hope.

 In Rob's Belly, 4 of 5.

The one on the left is very no-nonsense.

 In Rob's Belly, 5 of 5.

And this is why I'm a fat guy.

 Can't stop explaining!

 In my defense, it's a good idea to know what food is.

 Next time you encounter Bara Brith, you'll know.

 

I didn't write that Noooooo, which means someone doesn't like change.  Well, noone likes change.

    Serving English pastries forced me to learn.  And now you've learned too!  Bwooo ha ha ha.  Unless you already knew all this stuff.  It was unfair of me to make assumptions.

The Hats

 While this was not the occasion, I have indeed drawn blue tattoos on my face.

 Another recording of a spill on the counter.

 This is what I look like in a dark bar wearing a friend's glasses.

 Treacle Farls are just not a very Wisconsin food.  Had to have someone track down what they were.  To do so, I employed to use of a Press Hat.  Thus begins drawing hats.

 I am a surly looking Rudolph.

 I actually own this hat!  I stole it from a bear.

  Once again I try to set customer expectations at a reasonable level.  The later you eat, the less food is available.