And the last of 'em.
I do have this urge to make finalized version of these sketches. Inks. Possibly colour. And then I can toss them onto the mountain of other fan works that have been made over the past 30 years, to be quickly ignored for the next quick distraction.
Because my effort means nothing compared to your fleeting pleasures.
This is the way of the internet. We're all lucky anyone puts in the effort for any of us, when you think about it.