Hobs are small house elves or spirit or faerie, that in the folklore of the Irish, Scottish, and other Celtic peoples hang around your house and either help you with upkeep or trash the place if you piss them off.

This particular hob, whom everyone just calls Hob, is a bit bigger and less useful. But he will eat a horse for your squatter’s needs.

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PANEL 1
Fetch approaches house, shouting up at Fiona.

FETCH: Excuse me! Why are you in my house?
FIONA: Take off! It’s our house. Squatter’s rights!

PANEL 2
Fetch below, Fiona above

FETCH: Say what?
FIONA: By edict of the Free Unseelie Collective of Klippe, any home left unattended
for longer than a Hob or similarly sized house elf can consume and digest a
full grown horse will be considered abandoned by its nominal owner.

PANEL 3
Fetch confused, a HOB stands beside him.

FETCH: I’m sorry. “Longer than” what?
HOB: *BELCH*

PANEL 4
Fetch, Hob, and Tara, smoking.

HOB: Took me almost a year but I got him down last week.
TARA: Nice acronym, btw.
FIONA: [off-panel] Thank you!


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