As flattered as I am that there's been so many people interested in Fudgepackers, I think it's time to put production on hold for a while! ...At least, after this one last series, starring a certain lolf!

Story by  Renard De Fleureaux
Art by Yours Truly

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“So…” Renard said between bites, the hulking lolf rolling his broad shoulders as he indulged in some ice cream. “This is, uh, all free, is it?” He polished off his third pop; all strawberry, his favorite.

“Yeah!” the delivery guy wheezed, his gelatinous belly wobbling as he caught his breath. To Renard, he seemed a little suspicious. He was wearing a uniform and had all the correct paperwork, but the tanuki had clearly been sneaking a few of the treats he had been delivering. “Look, pal, you’re Mr. De Fleur-ax, right?”

“De Fleureaux.”

“Whatever,” the tanuki groaned. Huffing, he pushed the last box over to Renard. “Look, you’re the new Fudgepackers rep, right? Big-time adventurer, writer, that sort of shit?”

“Yeah… but what am I supposed to do with… what, a hundred boxes of this stuff?”

“Eat it. Waddya think?” the tanuki grunted.

Renard arched his brow, idly scratching at his middle. He was in the middle of a bulking cycle, so his shirt was particularly taut; especially after his prolonged treat. “You’re an expert on that, aren’t you?”

The tanuki glowered. “Hey, buddy, I’ve been delivering these things for years, and I don’t need guff from you. It’s your favorite flavor, right? Just eat the damn stuff, or do you want it all to melt? Chop, chop!”

Renard watched with bewilderment as the engorged tanuki waddled off to his truck, huffing and puffing all the way as his hips and belly jiggled. “How’d he know it’s my favorite?” He murmured, grabbing another pop.