Close Enough.

That hand should be over an inch. Or his head more to the right. Also more fire. And, somehow, it isn't _bright_ enough. But it is Monday enough, and too little Sunday, so I suppose I'm done, and nary too soon for my sanity.

Yoof

Eminence Grise

I am become Febreze, the Destroyer of Smells.

Smells, for all their lymbic potency, are absent from pictures. Pictures must be sad about this.

...Wait, what? Nevermind. The topic was Malodorous. I tried to get by without stink lines or flies. After staring at it for a few hours, I'm not really certain what I think of the outcome.