I have it on good authority that at the electronics factory in China, they ask all their smartphones questions regarding the nature of cosmos in to test them for being too smart.

Those that know the truth are mercifully eaten by the factory workers.

Gods, that bright blue shirt is so… garish. I don’t know what I was thinking when I drew it. I think it was in the clearance section down at the Elder Coastguard. I asked the clerk, I asked him “do you think this shirt would good in my comic?” He merely screamed something about me being in his hall closet. He might have been the janitor, he was brandishing a broom, after all. So lacking any input, I decided to just go for it. I suppose it’s what I get for being impulsive.

Anyway, mop up your eyes off the floor and pour them back in their sockets by Thursday, alright?