The Pen Comic, page 25
Making for the exception that proves the rule, a new contributor to the comic actually picks up on a lingering plot thread instead of just throwing in whatever two cents they were able to scrape together!
Soapfrog: "Will, you never pay any attention to me anymore."
William Shakespeare: "I'm bizy darlin'." . o (plate of frog legz ->)
ahh... sweet
Will, while chained to hiz desk was hevink one of the most productiv periods of his hole life.
- no whoring and a pregnant frawg to take kare of had given him plenty of time to work
but this idyllik state couldnt last 2 long
{knock}
{knock knock}
{knock knock knock}
SF: ? (poink)
Syccy: (say that in a sheep accent) I sense my baybee will bee heer sewn. baa.
Baybee: soon
WS: ? (poink)
Will this be the end of the cozy, domestic relationship between soapfrog and his poetic brother/sister in chains?
I dig the Herriman-ish comix diction, though admittedly it does go a bit far. I am, basically, ecstatic that the central narrative (well, the first fork at least) has emerged again, like a drowning swimmer coming up for the fourth time... it allows me to overlook the dysfunctional stereotypes of hormonal pregnant people in loveless relationships, haw haw. (Of course, Syccy is the baby-daddy, not Shakespeare.)
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Soapfrog: "Will, you never pay any attention to me anymore."
William Shakespeare: "I'm bizy darlin'." . o (plate of frog legz ->)
ahh... sweet
Will, while chained to hiz desk was hevink one of the most productiv periods of his hole life.
- no whoring and a pregnant frawg to take kare of had given him plenty of time to work
but this idyllik state couldnt last 2 long
{knock}
{knock knock}
{knock knock knock}
SF: ? (poink)
Syccy: (say that in a sheep accent) I sense my baybee will bee heer sewn. baa.
Baybee: soon
WS: ? (poink)
Will this be the end of the cozy, domestic relationship between soapfrog and his poetic brother/sister in chains?
I dig the Herriman-ish comix diction, though admittedly it does go a bit far. I am, basically, ecstatic that the central narrative (well, the first fork at least) has emerged again, like a drowning swimmer coming up for the fourth time... it allows me to overlook the dysfunctional stereotypes of hormonal pregnant people in loveless relationships, haw haw. (Of course, Syccy is the baby-daddy, not Shakespeare.)
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