Thereby hangs a tale...
There once was an Englishman and a German who existed quite contently within the bustling city of Boston. The connection these two men held was a love for graphic literatue. Swapping many books a week, a Walking Dead for a Fables or Human Target, they revelled in the other's great taste in prose.
But then one fateful day the German left, and with him his extensive collection, across the cold Atlantic. The English man was left, with meagre budget, to only gain satisfaction his lone purchases.
The moral of the sad tale: no more Fables, Books of Magic and Human Target for me. Bollocks.
Great comic though