Much like how I think building robots involves hitting metal with tools until it comes alive, beekeeping involves having a lot of exposed skin and killing all the bees.
(Actually, this is a lot more succinct description of the comic than the one I currently have up…)
That is a Handsom Lil’ Stink-eye. I mean. Dear god. That bee must have EMBRACED his death.
How many fourth walls have you broken now? You must have an excellent carpenter.
I like HLC’s grimace of concentration in panel one.
wall breaking is a terrible thing that makes it so awkward to see your nieghbours makeing out
inventor = murder machine maker.
bee-keeping = mass murderer.
plumber = princess saving/monster defeating weirdo?
Wait, is that centaur’s blood on his hand, or the bees?
Last panel: How does HLC hear them with his eyes closed?
Oooh because of speech bubbles. I get it.