We were going to call it ‘Covfefe’, but, well…
We don’t know how to pronounce the noise in the first frame either. Apparently it turns perfectly decent ravens into some kind of chicken thing.
…and now we know why Mr. Wright keeps losing his keys.
Even worse, he has no books now! Not even No-Awarded ones. Oh, theAsteracea-nity!
Press “star” on the door key-pad to rate your Escape Experience (TM)
Due to a hip injury (aging mushrooms and diving-shoulder rolls turn out to be a bad combination) Codex wasn’t sure she’d be able to finish the comic. She ended up doing it old school” as a pen-and-ink drawing. (Here). Accordind to Quizzer, “…proper “motivation” (involving coffee and a whisk – don’t ask) was administered and Codex managed to pull this one out old school. This is the scanned original drawing, which we normally don’t have because everything is digital now. Kids these days.
Color version should be incoming later today or tomorrow, depending on how much more “motivation” is required.”
Finally, Larry gets to fire his SPG-9!
Can anyone loan us an iMac to hack the barrier?
‘No worries! We’re all plants here!’ will send a shiver down the spine of every gardener.
‘Molon Lobby’ is the war cry when defending a Fortune 500 cubicle farm.
When in doubt, bring moar guns.
And Nate said diamond eye-liner was “weird”…
A metaphor for draining the swamp…
Bernie Bloomers! Get ’em while supplies last!
To be fair, this whole strip is in bad taste…
Never take a pair of bodgy roscoes to a gun fight. Also, I’m pretty sure you can get a human-sized version of Larry Bear’s Cazador from J.P Enterprises.
On the unlikely chance you missed the full glory of the tactical melon baller, read this. Codex also knows she originally spelled it “zvanok” by mistake.
It’s almost like the universe is trying to kill him… Nahhhhh.
The definition of ‘allies’ has changed, too. Probably.
“Wield facts and logic like a club; an unconscious debate opponent can usually be defeated with ease.” – The Book of Antifa Wisdom.
Better yet, just wield a club: it saves time, and no-one’s going to care if you call your debate opponent a Nazi first.
An aqueous solution of the isopropylamine salt of glyphosate would be too dialectic.
Unmoderated 1000-comment posts help, too.
The BunnyBoy knows on which side the bread is buttered…
“I have a bad feeling about this.”
Don’t believe everything you hear at the next Hugo Award Ceremony. Those guys think handing out wooden anuses to their guests is “classy.”
This is another one Codex futzed. The original had the same warped sky near the snowy “Edge” where Rory caught the falling TerriTot, as the crash-landing site for the CHORF’s zeplin. But, as you know, Bob, the Tot and the Head CHORF both fell out much sooner. It was just so darn pretty to draw that way, Codex left it up until it was time to update the Archives.
Writing Difficulty: 1; Drawing Diffculty: 9
…and the missing ear sells it!
To be continued…
…and so they sent The Mask to the Evil Dark Lord, but it was intercepted by Google somewhere along the way; and everyone lived very, very happily forever after.
…and Codex & Q are thankful that the First allows us to create comics that defend it.
There’s a Story we all need to be more than what we are.
True dramatic spork music, if anyone has any.
“Step 4: Recombobulate self and return as a ???”
There’d have been tears for two, but sporks can’t cry.
Fade to black… and SCENE!
Strange thought: What if there were secretly TWO Scalzi’s?
Just… one… more… strip…
The blame game is meaningless if the only answer is “The Russians!!!”
Happy New Year, comic fans!
*Astute readers might determine a certain tone to this comic which can’t be conveyed properly using a silent art form.
Scalzi Lives! He’ll Tweet about after he finds his phone… and a charger.