I guess it's my macabre homage to Richie Rich, my favorite cartoon character at the time.
My personal critique...I like where I'm going with the character. You can totally tell that I traced Richie's (or should I say Retchie's?) head. And check out Cadbury's legs. Either he has short quads and long ankles or Retchie ordered one of his cronies (more than likely Irona, the robot maid) to completely break his hips so Retch can easily swoop in to deliver the eventual death blow of a blade to the perfect butler's gullet.
Which begs to wonder, what were my parent's thinking during this obvious destructive, murderous period of my life?
