Welp, the comic looks like shit. You know what that means, kids. It means the previously-thought immutable laws of nature have been perverted, the cosmic laws set forth at the dawn of creation broken, an unholy thing: the writer has decided to draw.
As bad as it sounds, sometimes the opposite is decidedly much worse.
As G’s finals draw to close, I’m filling in with this atrocity that showcases three of my defining features:
- My inability to do anything more complex that a gesture drawing
- How much of a fucking weeaboo I am
- My obviously sophisticated brand of humor
Join us next week when we just might have gotten enough work ethic injected directly into our brain stems to complete our comics ahead of schedule instead of watching Rifftrax.