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Gregg was born in the middle of a raging lightning storm to two immortal warrior dugongs, the ugliest defenders of the sea. Cast out from his clan due to his inferior skills with a spear and shield, along with never getting fat or bristly enough to cow opponents with sheer ugliness, he was found on the streets of some small Florida Keys Island and was offered a half eaten Wendy’s double bacon cheeseburger for a comic script he’d scribbled on the back of a dried marlin, his only worldly possession. He thought it was worth it.
Andrew Kaye is the lord and master of this magazine. But that’s giving away too much information already.