Bento Box #21

By Artifice Comics

Rubber, tentacles, rich girls, and sex - what more could one ask for? In a world where even the simple act of wrestling can be insightful political commentary, where a shipwreck helps one to thrive rather than die and where shady dealings in strange surroundings are plentiful, you need a guiding hand. Kenney, de Choudens, Lizhini and Watts are happy to oblige.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Artifice Comics
• Release date: Apr 6, 2018

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BENTO BOX TWENTY-ONE

by Jason S. Kenney, E. N. de Choudens, Robbie Lizhini & Adrian J. Watts

ARTIFICE COMICS | MYSTERIA PRESS

Copyright © 2018 Artifice Comics, Mysteria Press and the respective contributors.

All Rights Reserved.

All characters and events in this text are entirely fictitious and do not reflect on any person or events, living or dead.

The authors of this manuscript have asserted their moral right to be identified as the authors of this manuscript.

Editor: Jacob Milnestein

Editor-in-Chief: Jason S. Kenney

Designed by Particle Surge Productions

Wrasslin’

Jason S. Kenney

Don’t sweat the small stuff, they always say. More true today than ever. Why worry about a hole in your favorite jeans when there are people flying through the sky with the power to wipe out cities?

Me, I worry about the small stuff. Someone’s gotta, right?

Right then, my small stuff was trying to remember what I ate earlier that made my breath so rank. Not something I typically notice, but I’m not typically pinned face first on a wrestling mat while wearing a latex mask.

What is that, garlic?

My arm was pinned behind my back by a guy who goes by the name ‘ Wrecker Ron ,’ which isn’t very good but he’s on the high school basketball court wrestling circuit so you get what you pay for.

The crowd was alright, maybe a hundred folks who shelled out ten bucks a head to see some old school wrasslin’. Me, I paid my ten bucks but knew I’d get it back. One of those ‘ last ten minutes in the ring with Wrecker Ron and win $500 ’ kinda deals.

I think I was around minute six? I dunno. I swear I smelt garlic.