Do you need a pizza delivered, especially if its toppings are poptarts and eyeballs (hold the jellyfish plz)? Do you need someone to babysit for you, with the understanding that they will likely sit directly atop what probably won't be a baby but maybe a kangaroo or something (but will still be yours)? Would you like the Prime Minister of Ruritania to be assassinated by melting into a puddle of super-sentient goo (the best kind of goo)? Would you, or someone you know, want to stop being you or someone you know and instead be, I dunno, a pig or a pegasus or a pigasus?

If you answered yes to those or any other questions anywhere ever, you need the dedicated and distracted team at Odd's End, fronted here by their spokesjellydemon Jellizabeth. It's a little antique shop located in the desolate nothingscape of purgatory, but also ever so much more. And they need your business, hence this striking ad by an artist from the past who they may or may not have turned into a centipede.

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A poster commission for the ever-delightful  jamsnjellies featuring her crew of delightfully weird ne'er-do-normals.