Just a quick rushed sketch of Jarth Korgoth sitting down for coffee and a sandwich. Jarth adding to his string of bad luck, put too much mustard in his sandwich and could feel it squeeze onto his feet with each bite. It was pretty tough bending over so he wouldn't get mustard on his straitjacket, he had no idea how to get condiment stains out of industrial canvas, and he was determined not to find out. It was either try to wipe the mustard out from between his toes, or man up and lick it out. Liba then asked from the kitchen,"Honey, why does the mustard smell like feet? Wait, never mind... ugh that stupid straitjacket is such a pain in my ass!" Jarth muttered,"Yeah, pain in YOUR ass" Liba walked in on Jarth with his foot in his mouth, they both froze awkwardly. "The mustard squeezed out while I was eating... " Liba just threw her hands up and walked away saying,"Yeah I don't wanna know." Jarth tugged at his sleeves after lunch, almost talking to his straitjacket he muttered annoyed,"Mustard in my toes... I can't make this up."