At least in his own Hell, he wasn’t hungry.
Note the food flavors….
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These things are dorky when I draw them, but they’re fun when I come back and look at them.
Kind of the city I want.
Now all of a sudden he’s property?
Anybody can be caught and change status in a moment.
The bottle cap remark just flipped in there as I was inking. I have no idea what it really means.
Why I don’t fly – and probably why a friend takes trains.
If I ever have to fly, I need some volunteers to go to jail with me.
I just realized I do everything in the AfterReich except business suits.
I really should put the SCARIEST people into business suits.
We all have an Udo.
Or we should have.
I was writing along and suddenly he says, “I’m Jewish.” Which I roll my eyes at smart-ass characters, but I’m only management, and they have a union.
Or was it, “Make me Jewish!”? While leaning over the paper?
Can you imagine BEING somebody else’s afterlife? And knowing the nuts and bolts?
Especially when you don’t really know your OWN? Talk about envy.
I love it when I get to make Pfirsich get all snarky. He does have a short fuse for nonsense.
We’ve all met that woman at the airport, claiming we need to yoke our own necks because there are wild cattle out there, and we need to live in a fence.
Oh, you think it wouldn’t happen if they could get away with it?
I should have mentioned voting booths – because now we have voter ID.
NO, I’m not afraid to point out my society is being a bunch of stupid Nazis, because I don’t have some uniform-based idea of how this happens. I mean, I started out as a kid loving uniforms, but then I had to dig down into the guts of the society.
That, or stop drawing the uniforms. And you know how WE are.
I like to think I art-witched the grow-your-own-food movement into cities.
Makes me happy, okay?
