Cold, dingy lair. A pair of jeans left on the floor. Millions of dollars worth of stolen merchandise. Yup, this must be the place.
Hey! What're you doing in here? And what're you doing with my pants?
I've come to put a stop to your half-naked criminal ways, Pantsless Cat Burglar! But before I haul you off to jail where you'll have your pants down more than you'd like, why did you do it?
Hi, my name's Ewwwww. I'm a paint-huffing 13 year old, and because of my years of glue and highlighter sniffing am left with an almost completely useless brain stem.
I get by, though. I find a joke that works, and I stick with it. And stick with it. And stick with it. And sti... well, see for yourself..
Dude, Ewwwww, do us all a favor and grow the fuck up! I don't want to have to do a whole new comic about how you've got nothing to fall back on but "gay", alright?
At least Doug had a concept. Lame as it might be, he found an angle and pounded it into the ground. Your stuff is just.. well.. pointless.
Mr. Slaffe, you're fifteen minutes la OH MY GOD an assault rifle!
That's right. I've finally snapped. Just like all those girls in high school said I would.
I don't think we can see each other any more. I'm afraid one day you're going to snap and dress up like a kangaroo before going on an blood-thirsty rampage!