Though he was only a chartered accountant, the unfortunately named Evil Ed had to deal with a lot of police profiling.
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āIf youāre going to transmogrify yourself into a snake, at least make sure you remember what a snake looks like first.ā
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What, are you trying to say snakes donāt have ears?
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It looks like they were trying to get a car hood ornament going but were stopped halfway through.
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Since when is Clay blonde? And where is his trademark green coat?
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The blond is Bob; Clay is the one who wants to get some. I think the artist a couple of panels.
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Why are you dodging the question about his green coat??? Hmmmm???
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Forget the green coatā¦ this thread is now all about goatās milk:
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The amazing thing is: these are all from different comics.
For anybody wondering, the hard science behind this multi-issue story-arc is that the character
suffers from a rare blood disorder that means his body is a living bomb which will explode the day he turns 30, but until then heās functionally immortal because the day of his death is āset in stoneā (the writer apparently heard the term āhalf-lifeā used in conversation and thought thatās what it meant.) Also, he can only drink goatās milk, and if he doesnāt get it, he will likewise explodeā¦ ignoring the whole āimmortal until he turns 30ā thing.
Somehow, the doctor who birthed him figured all this out, and published a scientific paper on it, which some evil scientists read, which means that enemy agents and local mobsters are out hunting for āthe guy who can only drink goatās milkā as a living weapon, and have put a million dollar bounty on his head. So heās forced to go on the run and hold up dairies and grocery stores, if he canāt get his precious goatās milk.
I guess itās not any stupider than getting your powers from a radioactive spider bite.
Judging by his eyes, heās certainly off the wagon if heās buying 2AM gas station whiskey.
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Oy! Context!
Still, I like my idea: all different stories, all different comics, all the result of some John Oliver prank.
Golden Corralās quickly rejected slogan.
āYeah, but at least he didnāt typecast you as some grizzled old prospector leprechaun, dagnabbit! Faith and begorrah!ā
Fanfiction about your neighbors, no matter how well written, is usually considered creepy.
Stick to subtle stand-ins next time.
Curious if you can guess what the heck this joke is supposed to be about. I already know so I really canāt tell if it would be easy or hard to discern without forehand knowledge.
Iām pretty sure I had that comic in a book full of comics about arcade games when I was a kid. The book was called Blips
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