Hell hath no fury like sweaty G-string rash.
I really can’t explain how Hellboy came to be sporting a pink banana-hammock and stilettos in this drawing. It must have come to me in a dream, during which I somnambulantly hacked it down into a sheet of nearby paper before it vanished in another dream. In any event, rest assured that when I came across it the following day, I was shocked to my marrow. So I painstakingly coloured and posted it .