Love the art style here, especially the choice of dark blue outlines with the yellow-brown palette. The story is a little sad, I think, but also a little funny. What's with that creepy round thing a the end, going all postal and becoming inarticulate? It's not easy being honey mustard, I gather. But his true destiny around here would probably be sitting in the back of a fridge until he expired. Everybody buys that stuff in order to show how willing they are to 'try new things,' but nobody ever eats it. Seems there's just never a time where mustard or honey by itself wouldn't be the better choice. Well, maybe glazed ham or something? But then again, you could just mix honey and mustard yourself. Oh, the senseless tragedy of superfluous food combinations. I can empathize, fully.