A one-sided agreement
Well, if you haven't kept up with the health situation on the main homepage, IT'S NOT CANCER! I was pretty mentally drained for the past few months, so as you can assume by these notes being in back to back comics, there was quite a lot of delay between them. Time to try to get back into the swing of things.
At least until my computer dies again and I need to buy a new one. This one's on the way out.
One empty stomach later
I don't know what's more disturbing... the fact that you keep ANY of that, or the fact that you crammed it all back into you... under you... I don't even know.
What about the fact that you seem to vomit mote than you ate?
RELATED to that... you will never, EVER do ANY of everything that you just did in front of me EVER again, or I will tear off your arms and beat you to death with them.
Do you really think you could tear off my arms?
Do you really want me to try?
Then we have an agreement. Now let's get the hell out of here. It smells like my vomit, and you're... you, and I honestly don't know which is worse.
Not me, I like that smell.
But alright, alright, I'm coming. Eeeehehehehe... new ability!
OH GOD, THAT SOUND! And PLEASE tell me you didn't just roll through my vomit.
NOOOO. I'm not THAT stupid.
Trust me, you probably are.
Metroid, Samus, Kraid, and the rest of 'em are all property of Nintendo, who to my knowledge wouldn't do anything such as sue me or shut poor Planet Zebeth down, because they're so damn nice, and Metroid kicks ass : }
This particular comic strip was made solely by me, by that happy little program known as KolourPaint. Yes, the one that everyone runs in fear from. That's why the comic looks the way it does.