George doesn’t sweat, he just rots.
This was an idea I had that I wanted to do, but for the longest time it just wasn’t going to work. I tried variations with everyone in the car bringing up the smell and they all came off as douchebags– until I landed on George being the one who brought it up.
It worked better that way.
I’ve been getting things I need for prints in various shipments, still no printer yet… It’s like grown up Christmas waiting for the Amazon deliveries.