So, a man walks into a bar with an inflatable chicken on his shoulder.
The bar tender asks what he'll have. And the man says "Quit staring at me! A man isn't free to take his inflatable chicken out to a bar anymore thanks to ignorant people like you!"
Why the hell are you telling jokes to an elephant?
Look, I'll tell jokes to elephants all I want! I won't have ignorant elephants like yourself telling me when I can and cannot tell jokes to elephants! I shall be persecuted no longer!!
The cupboard is empty, we really need food. Summer is winter and you always knew.
Everything's gone white and everything's grey, now you're here now you're away.
All police are paranoid. So am I, so's your future. So are you, be a creature! Thank you, and good night. And always remember, your child is on fire. your child is on fire.
Meanwhile, in the home of a prominent movie critic...
Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my house?
I'm Kangaroo Jack.
Really? I went to a screening of your movie the other day. It sucked.
Yes, but I have a gun.
Point taken. Alright, I'll still give it a bad review, but I'll include one sentence that sounds sort of positive when taken out of context, so you can quote it in future ads for the movie.
So yeah, that time I had to sit through Coyote Ugly was the most horrible experience in my life.
Well it was a pretty bad movie, I guess.
I mean what the hell kind of stagefright only prohibits you from singing your own original songs, and can only be cured by a special guest appearance by Leann Rimes?
My mom had a case of stage fright exactly like that. Leann Rimes never showed up, and she was so embarrassed she stabbed herself to death with a q-tip. Thanks for bringing it up, dick!
Is there any bizarre tragic occurence that hasn't happened to your mom?
Someone broke into the kitchen one night and my mom woke up with various utensils up her ass. It happened again the next day, and the day after that. Thanks for bringing it up, dick!
Disemboweled with a spear carved from armadillo shells as part of an elaborate ritual to please Jakkalakalu the mighty Corn Husk God?
My mom was a missionary in South Blempgorfia, where corn husks are revered as holy. They stole her vital organs, but she will always have my heart. Thanks for bringing it up, dick!
You'll never guess who I ran into today... The "23 skidoo" dog! He was acting kind of weird too...
He wasn't saying "SCHIESSE VERDAMNT!" by any chance, was he?
Yeah... How did you know?
My god! That wasn't "23 skiddoo!" dog! That was his evil twin from an alternate dimension, "SCHIESSE VERDAMNT!" dog. We must prevent them from meeting, or the world as we know it will be over!
We must send for help! To the Delorean! I mean um, my mom's old hatchback!
So basically you're saying that a talking dog on a ball with a stupid catchphrase is going to meet another talking dog on a ball with a stupid catchphrase, and this will cause the apocalypse?
Um yeah, that's basically it...
Well then, I'll be sure to help right away... right after I take care of that crime spree in magical happy fairy land, and give Princess Moonbeam her fucking parking ticket!
Y'know, I don't quite think he believed me...
Well, looks like it's time we take matters into our own hands... But who on earth could be responsible for this?
Yes, it is I, Dr. Metacarpus! I summoned the "SCHIESSE VERDAMNT!" dog from his parallel dimension, so he could meet with the "23 skiddoo!" dog, and cause a paradox that would-
Yeah, we already went through that whole backstory thing.
Well damn, that's not how it works! The villain is supposed to reveal his own plot. What kind of world is this where an evil villain can't even give away his own evil plot for no clear reason at all?
Oh, just get on with it!
To be continued...
Alright, it's just that that was always my favorite part. Anyway, the 23 skiddoo dog and the schiesse verdamnt are placed in a secret location in my lab, and THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP ME!
You know, I think it might have been a better plan if you used the catchphrase dog paradox thing to take the world hostage, instead of just blow it up for no good reason.
Yeah, I suppose I should have thought things through a little better.
So are we going to do anything about this or just enjoy the post-apocalyptic scenery?
Well, I was thinking, it's entirely possible that we're the only people left on the face of the earth. In order to start human life again, we must, er, procreate.
I thought you were gay.
Eh, that was just a phase. Now let's go find an abandoned building and I'll push my pencil into your clam.
Huh. Well that was better than I thought it'd be. I mean we're still alive....
So, what are we gonna do now?
I was thinking we could go back in time and make it so this whole thing never happened. There was nothing in this comic that suggested we had that ability, but considering past plotholes, that's ok.
Wow, that's a great idea, I was just thinking we should procreate. Well, off to save the world then.
The girl I forgot to name and the coffee drinking dinosaur fell deeply in love. I'm not showing that much of it because I'm getting bored with this already, but they did, ok?
I wish I could stay with you forever, Mr. T-Rex-With-Coffee, but I must leave. The fate of the world depends on it. You'll always be in my heart.
BRAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!
Alright, now to stop Dr. Metacarpus from ending the world.
I come from the future. In 10 minutes, you're going to come up with a plan to take over the world by pitting the "23 skiddoo" dog against the "SCHIESSE VERDAMNT!" dog. Don't do that.
Hi, this is Mike of DestroyAllTacos fame. I'm being represented by a goat for some reason. Anyway, I'd like to apologize for that last series.
I really only thought of ideas for 3 or 4 of those strips and decided I could make the rest up as I went along and everything would go fine. Then I just started trying to get the damn thing finished.
The result was a pretty lame webcomic. I really deserve to be raped by a tentacle for that one... I um, didn't mean that literally or anything... NO PLEASE GOD, NO!!!!
MUHAHAHA! I have taken this little asian girl who is not at all just there because the guy writing the comic didn't feel like changing from default character hostage! Now to call the president!
(this is inside the whitehouse, I just can't get the speech boxes to look that way)
Wait... so you're saying you want all of America to see your film, otherwise you will shoot an adorable default asian girl character?
Well, we don't cooperate with rapping terrorist kangaroos, but if you think it'll distract the american people while I fight a war for petty revenge and oil, we've got a deal!
In the year 2013, Jerry Bruckenheimer takes over the world. All movies are re-editted to include rapping kangaroos.
Captain Willard (Martin Sheen), receives orders to seek out a renegade military outpost led by a mysterious rapping kangaroo (Brando) during the Vietnam War.
A man (Jack Nicholson) sent to a mental hospital finds the head rapping kangaroo (Louise Fletcher) a lot more dangerous than the other patients.
Mankind finds a mysterious, obviously artificial, artifact buried on the moon and, with the intelligent computer HAL, sets off on a quest. Also, there's a rapping kangaroo.
As McLuhan said, the universality of the media has formed a "global villiage".
ZOO DO DO RAW, RAW FAW!
The media have a huge effect on politics and informing social change. Blah blah blah blah ideological messages blah blah codes, conventions and characteristics.
DIDDLY DO BA LA BA FWEEEEEE!
Alright, that's about all the time we have. be sure to pass in your discussion questions for tommorow.
I've decided before I die, I'll edit my livejournal to make my life seem much cooler than it really was.
What the hell are you talking about?
You know, rewrite my livejournal, so when future historians discover the ruins of livejournal, they'll discover mine and I'll be so awesome they'll make me a historical figure.
Um, I'm sure even at the fall of the internet empire, there'll be plenty of information confirming that you are in fact a 9th grader with a perscription for acne medication who can't pass english.
Eh, you're right, it is kind of a stupid idea...
Yes! now time to go online and start writing the memoirs of Jen Miller, dragon slaying ninja pirate millionaire!
You already asked that in the last comic...Look, I'm going to be frank here... You have the most useless super-power ever.
Unless there's an invasion of vicious man-eating tacos, there's just no way you're getting into my crime fighting squad...
Wait a second, aren't you that superhero whose main cause is protecting people from salmonella?
Look, I'll have you know undercooked chicken is a very serious matter! You may laugh now, but wait until the day you wake up with abdominal cramps and nausea!
Look, Legally Blonde 2 has been big money, and it is clearly impossible to underestimate theatergoers' intelligence. We need a 3rd sequel as soon as possible.
Oh, that's no problem, I have some great ideas already!
Like what?
Well, I was thinking we could emphasize the heartwarming thing more and maybe even get a chance for an oscar. So my idea is this: Reese Witherspoon's character will tragically lose her eyesight.
It shall be called Legally Blonde 3: Legally Bli- Oh... Ok, scratch that...
A witness down the hill told me you just savagely ripped a bear's front limbs off. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to get in the car...
But I was merely going to cut off my own arms and replace them with those of the bear. This is a violation of my second amendment rights! I am outraged!
What does anything have to do with the second amendment here? You were performing cruelty to animals.
It's right there in the constitution, man! I have the right to bear-arms!
It's going to be one of those days again, I know it...
I'm Rowdy Roddy Piper. The world is run by hideous aliens who can only be seen for what they really are with these special sunglasses I found. I want you, my only friend, to join me, put these on.
Look, I may be a kid who looks in no way like the character he's supposed to represent save for the fact that I'm black, but I know you're a crazy motherfucker. Hell no!
I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT YOU!!!
Some time later...
PUT ON THE GLASSES!!! PUT... ON... THE GLASSES!!!!
Holy shit, I just went to the bathroom, got a snack, created an eternal motion device, and read War And Peace, and they're still fighting about the damn sunglasses.
Dude, I know it's just you, Kevin. Shouldn't you be heading to that generic geek convention you've been talking about all week?
Also, why the hell are you carrying my toilet plunger around?
This is not a toilet plunger, it is my magic wand. I discovered it on a perilous journey and it wields tremendous power.
You discovered it on a journey to my bathroom and it wields tremendous toilet unclogging power. I'd better get that thing back when you return from geekcom 2003, nerd.
Good day, fair maiden, I am Punckty'wal the might wizard. And who might you be?
My name's... Um, is that a plunger???
Um-Is-That-A-Plunger, what a beauteous name! Are you heading to the geekcon, fair Um-Is-That-A-Plunger?
Uh, no, I'm heading to uh... Iowa. Yeah, Iowa. Also, this isn't a costume, I have a rare genetic disease that caused me to grow adorable cat ears at an early age. Well, gotta go!
Hello, good sir, I am the one called Puncky'wal, the mighty wizard. Perhaps you have heard tales of my adventures.
Welcome to geekcon, Punckty'wal, you're just in time! Please mingle in the parlor a while!
Look, I hate to be a bother, but, um, where are the girls?
You're kidding, right? Well, maybe one or two will show up later. We do have a LAN party going downstairs and plenty of doritos and mountain dew code red though.
Yes, my latest creation is finally complete! Cringe in terror before the fearsome and powerful Mr. T. Rex!!
I PITY THE FOO!!!
Um, Dr. Metacarpus, I'm afraid I don't understand. How exactly is a Mr. T-quoting dinosaur going to help you take over the world?
Oh, he's not. But he will come in handy. You see, whenever a strip seems like it's going to have no punchline whatsoever, he'll just exclaim one of his trademark catchphrases, and bam! instant comedy!