The shirt reads: “Well, shit…” in a small script at the bottom.
Above it, a skeleton stands with one arm ending at the wrist while a raccoon walks away with the missing hand, entirely unhurried about it.
The line is the correct response and the skeleton is not even trying to get it back. Everything is drawn in a light, spare outline, which keeps it deadpan. For the raccoon constituency, for Halloween, and for anyone whose reaction to a setback is a resigned two words.
