For those of you wondering what the heck happened to Al’s hat in panel 2, he took it off. And then the wind blew it away. Or he ate it. Or something. Stop bothering me.
So I am in a wrist brace for my carpal tunnel meaning that for the foreseeable future the art may not be quite what you’re used to. As amends, I tried to make the art for this one super cool. Please just bear with me folks. It’ll get better and I’ll be back to my final form soon enough. We’ll call it Golden Joe, because it’s easy to remember.
Bugmen versus slugman, who will win, who will die, who will be brought back by the most heavy handed deus ex machina in all of comics? Find out after the next 64 strips containing no plot advancement whatsoever.
If you want a bunch of ineffective yelling though, fuhgeddaboutit.