Afterwards I wiped my tail with a hen, with a cock, with a pullet, with a calf's skin, with a hare, with a pigeon, with a cormorant, with an attorney's bag, with a montero, with a coif, with a falconer's lure. But, to conclude, I say and maintain, that of all torcheculs, arsewisps, bumfodders, tail-napkins, bunghole cleansers, and wipe-breeches, there is none in the world comparable to the neck of a goose, that is well downed, if you hold her head betwixt your legs.
This is the last one for the main series. Even though they had stopped releasing new ones a month before the game shut down, I sometimes worried they might have released a last-minute farewell comic (I forgot to check the comics while saving other assets from the site on the day it closed), but it's probably not very likely.
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