All comics by Magenta

 

Birthdayness. by Magenta 6-08-03
Once upon a time there was a creature of an as yet undiscovered species, named Derek. Hellooly. I be a pwetty pink colour.	Derek was a naughty pink thing. He was in prison for stealing cheese from the local deli. Meh.	During his confinement, Derek enjoyed pondering the mysteries of life... This be the prison loo. It's green. Yar.

 

Birthdayness. by Magenta 6-08-03
There was no need to consider the meaning of life, because as we all know... The answer is 42.	Derek had a friend in prison, called Scary-Eyes Bob. Say 'lo, Bob. Er... 'lo...?	Bob and Derek shared a cell. They had a luverly view outside the prison walls... Oooh! Trees! Ooh, it's Keith the monochrome goat! Wave, Derek!

 

Birthdayness. by Magenta 6-08-03
Derek felt guilty- he knew that he shouldn't judge Bob on his appearance, but sometimes it was too much to bear. Omigod! We swapped round! I couldn't bear to look into those eyes of pure Evil for any longer. I'm sorry, Bob.	Being in such close quarters, 24/7, Bob and Derek sometimes came to blows over Bob's personal hygiene. He knows I find it hard to admit I have a problem... *sob* If it helps, I can just about bear to see the back of your neck...Eeew, it's hairy!?	Bob decided he couldn't cope with Derek's uncaring attitude anymore...So the writer introduced blue lighting for dramatic effect... That's it! I'm leaving you! OH GOD! How will I go on...?! *wail*

 

Mmm... balls... by Magenta 6-09-03
Andrew the dog enjoyed balancing on balls. (No, not THAT kind of ball)...So much so that he decided to make a career of it. I'm good at this.	He soon realised that if he was going to make it Big, he needed to visit the Land of Freedom, so he left the moon and found himself in Washington. Oooh... the Whitehouse.	He climbed to the top of the Whitehouse, and stood by the American flag, just to get extra attention. Look at me! I can balance on balls!

 

Mmm... balls... by Magenta 6-09-03
Soon, Andrew caught the attention of an Agent-type person... Ahah! Hmmmm...	But the Agent-type person had a problem... Sign me! Look how talented I am! Why are you wearing pants?	The Agent thought for a while... It's...er... for personal reasons. Yeah.

 

Mmm... balls... by Magenta 6-09-03
But the Agent wasn't sure... Are you incontinent or something?	Andrew continued to balance on the ball but... What remarkable powers of... realising stuff... but shush, it's very embarassing! Well... I'm sorry, but I can't take the risk. You might have an accident whilst performing.	The Agent was unimpressed, and so morphed into an evil monochrome peacock. I shall take my talent elsewhere, then! So there! I'll go and see Keith...

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