Incidentally, this comic was drawn over a year before being uploaded. It’s the only one of its kind since nothing else I drew back then is worth showing to anyone except for that squirrel that lives in my ceiling. She thinks I don’t see her, peeking out that hole as she plots to steal my acorns, but I do. And some day, she’ll wander into that fake holographic display of Mr. Peanut, and she’ll walk right into the trapdoor leading to my squirrel killbot, which is only three, count them, three days from completion. Take that squirrel!
Yeah, young me sure sucked at drawing.
and all your real family is dead
And we just skinned your cat mittens for clothed toilet paper.
Reading this today, 1/17. The sidebar says:
“Fruit Incest: That weird smell is gone now. It was just a box of acorns.”
I wonder where that box went.