Don't you love those old whodunits set in the twenties and thirties where the rich old titled nobleman is found dead in a locked room and Scotland Yard is called in and turns out everyone had a motive to kill him?

Me neither. Buncha inbred, jug-eared, horse-toothed twits dithering around for two and a half hours talking shite. Even Robert Altman couldn't make it interesting. And the identity of the murderer is always either a.) painfully obvious to anyone with a vestigial cerebral cortex or b.) some character introduced on the penultimate page. And why is it that no matter where M. Poirot or Miss Marple go, dead bodies turn up and yet no one ever suspects THEM? And who would invite either of these fat pantloads to his house for the weekend, knowing that doing so is a sure way to end up as a box of Purina Worm Chowâ„¢?

Here's the template. Finish it as you wish. All entries must be time-stamped by 11:59 PM Wednesday, 1/19/05 Stripcreator Time.

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Purina Worm Chowâ„¢ is a registered trademark of the Purina Corporation. All rights reserved.

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I hear ya, thochaos.

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It's amazing how many I can make without bothering to read the actual text.

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Shit. That first title is supposed to be The Non-Sequitur Donkey Returns. Of course. (damn) Guess I'll have to donate now...

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I was away on a cross-country interview jaunt. Unfortunate but unavoidable. Back now for several weeks, hopefully.

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I'd like to thank all the little people.

"You're welcome."

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Just a reminder that this contest, which started some time in the late fifties, will grind to a screeching halt tomorrow night, Wednesday, at 11:59 SCT. So if you've been holding back because you're anal retentive, this is your last chance.

The time has come, the walrus said, to judge FTC 52-- a toughie, because honestly, everybody had a good entry or two. But a hare's breath separated one from two from three from honorable mention from the rest. Nevertheless.....

HONORABLE MENTION (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER):

Zaster, "A Mighty Wind"
Scyess, "Self-Absorbed"
fpd, "Great Scott"
quodlibet, "Heady Stuff" and "The Butler Did It"

THIRD: Not_Scyess, "Short Attention Span Version"

RUNNER-UP: In the event the winner fails to claim his or her prize in 24 hours, gains too much weight, or has his or her naked pictures published in PENTHOUSE or POPULAR MECHANICS, the Runner-Up will serve.

thochaos, "Humour-less"

And the winner, I mean FTC 52 goes to...... (the suspense is killing you, isn't it? Great Scott, the lights! BANG!)

dcomposed, for his use of incongruity, irony, and just a soupçon of social commentary.

Thanks to all.

That's fucking nuts!

Is it too late?

OF COURSE IT'S TOO LATE!

aww more work.

thanks chubby.

Aww nuts.