I fucking love Nicolas De Crécy, I remember reading Foligatto--which is getting reprinted by Humanoids next year, get on it-- in a Heavy Metal mag and being blown away. The detailed psychedelic, dirty look of Foligatto, of it's inhabitants and the world they lived got burned into my head. The surreal and highly absurdist humor and story went over my head at the time because I was too young to understand it. Then I got my hands on Prosopopus and that was just as weird and even more disgusting than Foligatto. It tells the story of a hitman's blood and semen that comes alive into this fat cute monster that haunts the hitman. After that, I had to get anything by De Crecy.