Ducks and bombs. Well of course. It's so obvious... now.
But let me tell you, back when I was digging frantically through piles of paper, looking for a drawing that resembled a robot, because I foolishly committed to producing them on a timely basis, the connection was not so clear.
It was Duck Bomb that blew open several doors, leading to the now familiar practice of passing off shoddy sketches as artwork.
You have me to thank for that.
I know, I know. It's a gift.