In which the Artist will regret this as soon as it is posted, but needed to buy time to ink so it goes up anyway,
In which the fourth wall is well and truly broke.
A bunch of people thought it would be hilarious if Jareth's magic sneezes brought me into the comic. It's probably a well known fact by this point that I try to work things in there that other people suggest. Well. There I am. That is the extent of anybody ever seeing me in this thing. And yes, of course the Good Omens characters know who I am and what I'm doing.
I find it personally amusing that, despite my professed hatred of drawing hats, I wear one almost all the time.
Erik belongs to Leroux and Webber.
Jareth and Sarah belong to Henson, Lucas, Bowie and Connelly.
Norrington belongs to Disney, Bruckheimer, and Davenport.
Javert belongs to Hugo, Boublil, Schonberg, and Kretzmer.
Crowley belongs to Gaiman and Pratchett.
I belong to me.