Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is!
You should come back to my place. We could wrestle in raspberry jam, and then play with my lizard, if you catch my drift.
THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR MAKING SO MANY FUNNY COMICS!!
Let's discuss this comic real quick. Kregg is a matador, which represents his tendency to kill bulls. And the birds lets the reader know that we are, in fact, inside Kregg's unconscious thought.
I agree, but what about the ambulances? ... You think they represent ambulances? No I guess not. Overall, this comic gets a D-
Sorta makes you think about God. I mean, could something as beautiful as this merely be coincidence, and the fact that we can comprehend that beauty seems so supernatural.
What beauty?
This sunset.
This is supposed to be a fuckin sunset?
Oh comic world, why must I conform to your limits?
The last comic was made by Tim. Plus all the jokes were way beyond you. I'm not making any excuses or anything, I just had to fucking explain. Plus I was on drugs when I wrote it. Plus I was Tim.