The Lord of Reeking Onions has come onto Thee

Hello Globbies! It's been a while....
I've decided that I am the reincarnation of an Iron Age mute named Albaric, who's influence is slowly taking over my life. This explains why some of you NEVER SEEM TO HEAR FROM ME.
Oh...Albaric also lived in a cave, shunned sunlight, was expelled from his village for being "odd", and ate live eels--before he developed an allergic reaction to their mucus, in which case he promptly moved over to lampreys. They're different, right?
So all of this ridiculous banter is actually relevant to the piece posted in this postie.
I'm sorry, I seem to have been momentarily distracted by this huge flock of birds that were in the trees right outside of my apartment. I do'nt think I've seen or heard anything quite like it. Several of them started going after this woodpecker, who was fighting back, when all of the sudden they all took to the skies and flew off mixing in with, yet another, large flock of birds. At least my car was'nt parked under them.
Where was I? Oh yes! The piece in question comes from a small set of cartoons and weird collages that I do every once in a while. You see, if I'm not painting, then I'm working on comics, and vice versa vice. There will occasionally come a time when I need to work on something totally unrelated to my other projects that does not have some narrative or overarching concept. They simply are...my little howler monkeys.

- Chew

Scarbuncula is Lord of All the Scar Tissues

Ha! the sketchbook strikes again! And you thought me dead?? How little you know me! For, when vexed, my power reaches in the ultimate of crescendos! Mwa ha ha....
Yes, this little page does feature the awesome power of Scarbuncula, Lord of All of the Scar Tissues (officially official title). HE is on the right hand side overlooking Shrivel the Raisin who, in turn, is overlooking a small bear head (which does'nt require a body, of course. you know that you can shoot those things and they'll still keep rolling?). Beany is standing just to the left/right of the head.
Over on the opposite side of the page is a Scab. The dude is wearing, like, Stryper-style spandex cuz he so hot. Scabs die and become Scars. That's when Scarbuncula comes in. He's on a crusade to kill as many Scabs as possible. I've already explored this in a couple of my Hairballs.
There's also a dirt person, a sense of meat, and a couple of models to emphasize the irony of the word "scar".

- Chew