Hey Im new. Read my comix they R grate. Brad, make my title "L5 Society Treasurer." DexX: Add me to the regularz list.
{BEDan} Gaah! That guy posted that same thing.in RMDC *AGAIN*. Doesn't he know his comics still suck, and we'll still ignore him? "Add me to the regularz list!"
Well, maybe I can do something about that. Location: L5!
Mild-mannered Jack Donovan, janitor at a large scientific research corporation was going about his duties one night, when suddenly ...
Why are there always wadded-up pieces of paper under the telephone table?
An experiment gone haywire in the adjoining laboratory traps him in an intense magnetic field. Under the stress, his body and mind undergo a transformation into our greatest Superhero ...
Should I bother to get dressed? How could I avoid wearing my red robot tie with my multihue striped shirt, my checked golf slacks, my white socks, and two identical loafers, one brown and one black?
And yet, what if I didn't try to get it right, went to work, and suddenly became visible?
Steve, I don't care if you're invisible. I want you to go down to accounting and ... OH MY GOD!
Maybe there would be some answers on my (thankfully visible) computer.
I don't think I mentioned that I woke up with an itchy nose. So of course I'd scratched it with my inky fingers.
Nor did I mention my allergies. Before you could say "gesundheit," I was sneezing my way backward on my rolling chair, at about the same rate as a loaded Uzi...
Down I fell through an invisible manhole into a subterranean world few have experienced, a warren where little precious light entered. I was so overwhelmed, I forgot to keep sneezing.
Regaining my composure, I stood up, only to find a strange and menacing creature looming over me.
Unfortunately, one last colossal sneeze betrayed me ...and I was propelled back smack into the belly of the awaiting officer.
A backwash of my precious bodily fluids engulfed us both, and as I extricated myself from his writhing limbs and started to run, I knew one thing for certain...
Why, you little ...
Whoever had said that mucus had charms to soothe the savage beast was full of it.
Hello, I am a bottle of Bloody Mary mix. If you have some time, I'd like to tell you about the worst day of my life. It began on a transcontinental flight...
This is your captain speaking. We have reached cruising altitude. In a few moments, the flight attendants will begin beverage service.
Suddenly, heavy turbulence began rocking me...
... and then some invisible bozo drank me. Surprisingly, I was no longer visible either.
What happened next, I have somehow blotted out of my memory. There is a god.
Next thing I know, that robot was standing over me, looking spent. "I haven't made such sweet music since I cornholed the New York Philharmonic," it said inviolably.
I started to limp home, and thought I might make it unscathed, when I ran into a couple of thugs from Greenpeace.
Look at that guy. He's dripping oil from his butt.
"A few months ago, at a secret meeting in Washington ..."
Mr. President, you are of course intimately aware of how the energy industry monopolistically sells its products to consumers at huge prices ...
Oil, electricity, natural gas, etc., with to date one exception. We think this ought to be corrected, so that we'll see the same profits on light energy.
Was that a helicopter I heard in the distance?
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You probably got the light brigade's bill in the mail, thought it was a joke, and ignored the charge. Thus, they began turning off your photons.
My run of bad lux was not over.
If you can ... Oh my god, I'm beginning to glow. They got me! Run for it! Run!