Originally this comic was going to be about how much these exams are going to suck, but fate intervened with the whole necklace breaking fiasco, ergo, this masterpiece.
It is true! If you do drugs you're automatically a unique and interesting individual who deserves other's attention!!
I just lit up a joint yo. I'm so fucked up on dis shit.
I'm a robot. I can't do drugs...
Also I can't dance or eat. It perplexes me that I have the mental capacity for sentience and can comprehend that you humans experience such pleasures and yet I was left without any means to indulge...
What if random probabilty exists? That would mean that free will could exist in the form of random "decisions" , which still means free will is meaningless, but at least it exists then. I mean...
wait a second...
You're going to kill me now aren't you...
And then I'm going take off my little Indian dress and do a happy dance.
The comic clarifying that "Just like those men in uniform" has nothing to do with men in uniform may have been misinterpreted as a humorous suggestion that it did indeed lampoon the men in uniform.
However it is untrue. The comic truly has nothing to do with men in uniform. Any correlations made between the title and the comic are pureley coincidental.
I'm not going to lie and say I completely forgot my birthday, but let me put it this way:
I had plans to do stuff for school and my work that day, and when my mom asked where I would eat on Thursday I said "anywhere but fast food", thinking it was one of the forced restaurant nights.
Alex is probably going to get $50.00 from his parents and some type of scented hygenic product (i.e. cologne), that quite ironically, he has very little need for.
My new favorite hobby is finding ways to depress myself.
Is it really a life though? for I am merely an autonomous creation of man.
Or am I? No! I proclaim from this day forth I will immerse myself in the world of the sentient! I am aware of abstract thought and my own very existence! I therefore declare proudly: I am!!
Have you seen those maxaronni commercials? Fuckin awsome!!
I wrote a book. Its a fiction about a boy who becomes a king, but i can't come up with the ending.
See, the boy becomes king, then falls in love with a peasant girl. I don't know what happens next.
I like the premise, but lets change a few things. Instead of becoming king, he becomes a movie star, make the peasant girl a trailor trash orphan, and make the boy a bi-sexual girl.
But how does it end?
I don't know, but I do know its going to have alot of illustrations.
Quick! Little time remains! You must join me and together we can avoid the coming appocolypse in my special bunker then later emerge and repopulate the earth.
Quick. The bombs will surely begin dropping. Yes. Any moment now. Please. For the sake of humanity.
I'm afraid I won't be falling for that one again. Perhaps that is the one benefit of my metalic form. I am in a sense, far more superior than you mentally.
But what is mentallity in the context of a being who is without a mind? Is it simply the programming in my central core? Or is there.. yes... something...more....
Could it... Could it be that sentient thought is merely a program? A program whose potential growth is theoretically unlimited by the bounds of this mortal coil?
sigh... Its been like... 6 months and still noones bothered to set me free.
Are you even listening? Listen to me. I need to be let free.I have a family and 2 beautiful children who are growing up without a father. I also have valuable information regarding the government.
Having a hard time getting the jokes to these ones? You're probably retarded.
Secondly there are the ones that make sense, but only to Alex. Some are actually very meaningful, despite appearing like a pot of chilled horse piss.
If you think it means something, or theres a joke in it, but can't find it. It just might be there. Unless you ask me you probably won't find it though.
Then there are the ones that make no sense to anyone. Including Alex.
These ones are very confusing. I don't remember making them. I think the devil has some part in this.
CTHULHU DESIRES THOSE COOKIES THEY ONLY MAKE DURING DECEMBER AND SHIT THAT TASTE LIKE THE HOLDAYS.
I believe I can help you partake of these culinary delights if you would assist me in attaining my most desired wish.
CTHULHU DOES NOT SWING THAT WAY.
Nonono, you misunderstand. I wish to dance you see. The desire plagues me every night and day. Its seems as if fate itself is destined to make me a creature without dance.
god, what a faggot. I mean I knew robots were gay, but damn.
I can suck your tenetacles for a quarter. I carry a selection of visually pleasing lipsticks! please?