Mr. and Mrs. Hankshaw were summoned from the waiting room where Saturday Evening Post fantasies had clouded their instinctive parental concern the way that Norman Rockwell's sentimental ideas cloud the purity of a blank canvas.

At some point of our life, we will lose control of everything surrounds us and we will be controlled by the fate. That is the world's biggest lie.

At one time, whenever the hell it was, they wanted a character to come in and stir up the pot. They brought me in for 8-10 episodes and said we&#39;ll try it for that.

Don't mess with me, lady. I've been drinking with skeletons.

Written By Mike Mignola

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