Brittle are the words and knees of the shivering mascot up to bat to attempt a description of such a character of depth. A role model. A wisecracker, a wise cracker, and a mean saltine. The Duke of the garbage business, the Dealer of mock executions. He's The Master of Puppets of P.U.F.F., the cocktail band headlining your local senior citizens techno themed Bingo Night. A colorful evening in itself!

Garber and his soured sphere of Kram und Trödel utilize markers and a ruler (a straightedge for you skins) to create comic book style images akin to Archer Prewitt or Tardi. But like any true social justice warrior, his unique style disassociates him from the sounder of pigs and is quickly identifiable like a shorting Neonreklame on a somber street. Molasses humor, dark and thick, but with quick-as-a-whip punchlines that'll hit you like a Bückware bottle of Wurzelpeter to the chest as you're backed against the Coca Cola wallpaper. Each insult worthy of consideration, each bittersweet with a bit of class and heart.
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And out of respect of the Duke, this text will not be translated into French.