Well, that was something that Warren Ellis wrote in a sleepless daze after 5 days hopped up on benedril and moose urine.

I
understand that sex sells, but this didn’t really feel like sex so much
as meat machines grinding into each other.

As for the rest of the
story, it was a little more schizophrenic than really served the
narrative. The constant jumps might read a little better in trade, but
here it just showed how obnoxious the characters were. I absolutely
hate the way the commissioner was written.

The art was good though. I
like how the piss going down the writer’s leg looked. I’m going to go
stay up for 12 days and re read this and see if it makes more sense
then.