In a world where comic strip creators pour so much time into building long-winded narration boxes and agonizing over their content, adding and editing for hours and hours and hours on end
until their spelling sufers they make runon sentenses until finaly thier energy gives out before they've even changed the default characters and they fall asleep and there heds hit the send buton:
Oh, come now, look at the curvature. Either that planet's too small to hold him and he should go flying into space, or he's too big and the square-cube law says he can't survive!
and intelligent kangaroos run ruthless crime syndicates ...
Ok, the intelligence I can buy. But opposable thumbs? NO WAY!!!!
Woody Allen and Kathy Ireland are trying to raise a baby in the feel-good hit of the summer, DADDY'S BOY. Rated PG-13, people with IQs over 13 must be accompanied by a pedant.
On second thought, let's go to something a bit more realistic, like Collateral Damage II.
In a world where beneath a dormant volcano, on the western shore of the western continent, the darkest forces have forged an artifact of ultimate evil,
And thanks to the search function, I've determined that I'm the only person to use the "U" word in a comic. I've done it three times.
That's better than I've managed with the "L" word -- I've only worked it into two of my strips, but fear not, I won't gratuitously use it here.
But I didn't say I wouldn't torpedo boorite by using HIS word here. Now where's that purple bovine?
Have you finished unguleating yet? Can I use the past tense?
Christ, this is only the fifteenth time you asked me in the last ten minutes. How do you expect me to unguleat when you're asking me these pointless questions?
Ah, midnight Cheers reruns. Followed by ... Infomercials! Oh, I like this one.
Consider this. When you're dead and buried, you're going to look like the man on the left, being gnawed upon by the critter on your right. Not very appetizing, is it?
But fear not. If you buy this home crematory kit for the low installment price of $29.95 a month, you will never have to worry. Watch me as I use it on myself...
I feel great! No flies nipping at my corpse! Order before midnight tonight, and you'll also get our cherry-flavored enbalming fluid!
It looks like you folks out there are confused about the stability of our software. So we've brought in a special guest. Could you tell us who you are?
Well, I'm a horse.
And where do you come from?
Troy, New York.
Right. What we have here is one of the many Trojan Horses Microsoft is well-equipped to house. And when you've designed a structure suitable for housing so many equines ...
I don't get it. You were told that if you and Dion were surgically joined at the back, you two would be released immediately, and you want ME to do it?
Absolutely. We know your reputation as a brilliant designer, and are sure you can develop something aesthetically pleasing.
Okay, but here are the rules: I have complete artistic liberty. You may not look in a mirror until one week after the procedure. And most importantly, I don't take checks.
Bachelor Number Three: What is your favorite kind of ice cream, and what do you do with it?
Well, we need to get double-dip cones, my brother and me, and then he takes mine and I take his and we toss each other's up in the air and catch our own in our tentacles.
So I reversed a few things since I hadn't brought in any WIGUs yet. This should still obey the spirit of CC17.
I see. And what is your idea of a perfect date with me?
We would have dinner and see a movie, and then we would go home and make the creature with one back.
O-kay. If you could be any part of an automobile, what part would you be, and why?
The emergency brake __________________ No, the oil filter __________________ That's so stupid! __________________ Like an emergency brake isn't! __________________ Hey, quit pulling!