Ahh, it's good to be home and..hello?...what's this? A rejection letter from the BBC?
'Dear Sir, your idea for a TV show entitled "Britain's Funniest Self-Mutilations" was about as entertaining as force feeding swan shit to a 5-year-old Die off you disturbed turd burglar. Yours etc."
Death and entropy are inescable. From the moment we are born we must live with the reality that all that surrounds us will wither and decay until nothing remains. It is inevitable
Where did you get those ideas from?
Teletubbies. There's nothing more depressing than watching a kid chase ducks around a farm. Twice.
So as well as being an Elder God you've guested on User Friendly. Tell me...
What's Dust Puppy *really* like? And is Miranda as hot as she's drawn?
Oh totally! She poses nude for her web-cam all the time! And let me tell you she's 100% natural! Dust Puppy's just a bunch of old RS232 cables taped together and creosoted. Also, Stef is gay.
So usually what happens is I say hello and suggest we go do something. You say hello and then repeat what I say. Wackiness ensures. Oh, and usually we end up in an ambualnce.
Sounds cool with me. There's just one other thing on the contract though.
Yes?
This bit written in crayon that says ".. aNd t3hn chaRacTers w4tCh pr0n; have hot all-nIt3 sexxx"
It's a standard clause.
Emm...yes, well... Did I mention that I have leprosy? And herpes. You should see what happens when I scratch myself...
Hey gorgeous! Let's go do something. Say, each other?
I thought you'd never ask, Ben!
Later...
Woo-hoo!
Yee-hah!
Next morning...
Sweet Croesus Jeist no! Oh dear God NOOOOO!
How was it for you, baby? You were an animal, and after drinking all that Aftershock, I'm surprised you could see straight let alone shag like a train! All 3 exits too! Call me!
This is getting ridiculous Donkey. This strip is in danger of going under - I still haven't found a decent replacement for Rich.
Don't worry Ben. I've asked John nicely and he's agreed to reinstate Rich
I'm not sure I want him back Donkey. I mean, he forked up pretty badly...
Think of the alternatives...
Good day young man, are you a stone or a sponge?
Let's just say that shagging the Feet-For-Ears thing would seem like frickkin' Bambi compared to what I would do to your poop chute while you slept if you work with me.
If it's anyone except Maura I'm not in. And if it's that frickin Foot-Monster, tell it I'm dead. Oh, and in Antarctica, being buried in 6 feet of frozen penguin shit.
Hey Rich. Let's let byegones be byegones and go get some beer.
Hey Ben. Yeah beer would be cool. But first...
YAAAARGH!
Payback. Now let's hit the bar, but try not to shed any burnt skin in my pint this time. Man that stuff is too much like pork scratchings
That time you scored with the red-haired bird who turned into the Foot Monster? You were having an acid flashback. She was no monster, she really *was* super fit-sexy!
Really?! Oh! Thank Christ! I...Wait a minute! *THIS* is an acid flashback isn't it?
Indubitably old bean. Now if you'll excuse me I'm off to talk Ghandi down off that 30 foot banana
Our last question for now concerns the author's sense of humour and why it is so messed up?
I'll answer that one, Jim. I was raised on a diet of cult British TV such as Monty Python, Kenny Everett, The Young Ones, Bottom, The Goodies,Newman&Baddiel and Fawlty Towers. So now you know.
But that's just a list of influences! That explains nothing!
Piss off, I'm trying to write a strip where David Bowie gets repeatedly twatted by a 30 foot frying pan!
With the advent of industrialisation, many peasant farmers left the land to seek work in the new factories of the city. Thus the old feudal ways were destined to become extinct.
I do not dispute that, Professor. All I'm saying is: Are you a bummer tied to a tree?
I......err.....NO!
AHA! HA-HA! BUMMER ON THE LOOSE! BACKS TO THE WALLS FELLOWS! BUMMER ON THE LOOSE!
Professor, it would seem that we have come full circle to see that the tradition of the "fallow field" has been revived in modern times
Yes - modern agricultural practices cannot match the ancient, *natural* way of raising a field's fertility - let it be vacant, do no work, and have it spread copiously with animal dung.
Indeed. That's your dad that is.
Might I suggest, Professor, that you have a First Class; 4.0 average, in being a complete fuckwit!
I love my job. I earn a respectable amount, and I'm contracted to only work a maximum 35 hours a week. Plus I get to work on any project I want.
Jes*, here are two bottles of wine and a box of chocolates from me, your boss. Happy Christmas human!
By the way due to economic circumstances we are cancelling your salary review in the New Year and will be 'renegotiating' your working hours, filthy meatbag
Where's the image for 'blue guy at PC disembowelling himself'?
Also, you will be doing "voluntary" technical support help desk work at weekends now. And that wine isn't free you know.
We're in trouble Exploding Cowboy - The New Year is here and we're still just writing self-referential in-joke strips and ripping off Newman and Baddiel. And the last panels frequently are nonsense!
True dat, lil' buddy, but let's let this be the last one and go and get Jes_ to write a dang script.
*FOOF!*
Professor, might I suggest the premise that an intestinal terminus says "What"?
Writing comics is harder than I thought, Jim, especially as I'm a relative "newbie"
I need to find the origins of the "Cowboy Physics " and "Cornholing" gags so I can at least pretend to be funny by using in-jokes. Being original isn't funny any more.
I suppose I could just write original, if lame, mounds of utter shite.
Hey! If people don't find the phrase "giant beetle clitoris" hilarious they should stick to User Friendly. And being both lame and shite didn't stop David Beckham going to the World Cup last summer!
Can the existentialism asshole. Your comment about my love button was _wholly_ inappropriate! There are *larvae* reading your work, sir!
Wait! I meant *giant* beetle clitoris, not *giant beetle* clitoris! It's ambigous! You know, like "fruit flies like a banana"?
Now you're starting on fruit flies!? You entomophobic Nazi fuck-bastard! Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to "contribute" to a kind of hot-dog. I'm not telling you which kind, because I hate you.
A morally outraged invertebrate to add to the List of People/Things/Countries Who Hate Me. . I need that like a hole in the head...... Hmm! There's a thought!