In this strip, we see the TV sprite pulling double duty as a computer monitor through careful framing.

Jessica tries, but Max simply has a lot more experience talking smack. I have a feeling I could’ve come up with something better for both of them, but I was distracted trying to make them different. Most of my curses are “[object] [sex act]ing [another object] [another sex act]er.” As in, “child sodomizing chimp rapist.” Shit, I should replace Max’s with that one…

I’d have put a little more effort into this, but I was listening to Horseshoes and Hand Grenades on NHB, and they did a couple of chugs, wherein they play the theme from 2001: A Space Odyssey, and all those listening chug their drink when it reaches a climax. Hence, I have more beer in me than I rightly should.

If I can think of something, I’ll do another installment of this series, but no more than one more. I already have a comic in the can, just waiting for me to finish this so I know what number to put on it.

Don’t ask me how Max plays DooM with his arms pinned to his sides. We’ve already established that they stay where they are, so your guess is as good as mine.