Archy: a verse libre poet reincarnated as a cockroach, from Don Marquis's Archy and Mehitabel poems. I thought it would be clever if his wings made a little suit and his segmented abdomen turned into sort of a vest.
Toronto is ashes. Kim, Stills, Knives, Young Neil, Wallace...Ramona. All dead. Only one man is left to fight the mutated ravaging hordes that have over-run Canada. In the darkest of winters, Scott Pilgrim fights EVERYTHING.
I don't know how to draw Zeppo or color an image of actors from a time before color film.
Anyway, I'm a huge Marx Brothers junkie and I actually draw them a lot, usually just in notes and things that should have facts and important things on them but somehow always end up with Harpo and Chico chasing chicks on them. Oh well.