Miracle Max's Pharmacy
Have fun storming the castle!
The fruit of a bad marriage is often genius. Such is the case with Miracle Max, married to that awful witch, Valerie. (She's not a witch! She's your wife!) We're pretty sure he honed his art on her wit.
The best part about being a miracle worker is that you're not tied down to the rules and regulations of traditional medicine. Hippo-what Oath? Whatever. If there's a noble cause, like ruining the wedding of the king's stinking son who fired you, then you can do whatever it takes to bring the mostly dead back to life. And if the mostly dead turns out to be all dead, you can scrounge around in his pockets for loose change. Maybe even enough money to buy a delicious MLT, where the mutton is nice and lean and the tomato is ripe....
But we digress. The handbill printed on this 100% cotton, sand-colored shirt is a movable advertisement for Miracle Max's services. Discounts for noble causes. Hie-diddle-ick dal-da-naysha!