Question:What the fuck?
Answer:I don't know. It seemed like a bad idea at the time.

Question:Just who is responsible for this attrocity?
Answer:This is an international effort brought to you by EvilCouch of America and sacarasc of the UK.

Question:What the fuck?
Answer:It is a vehicle through which words and images may plummet to their slow demise, but not be forgotten.

Question:Is this going to be regular thing?
Answer:We seem to be putting out comics at fairly regular intervals. I can't say whether this will continue.

Question:Why's this such crap?
Answer:It's not a bug, it's a feature.

Question:How come the art isn't consistent?
Answer:Because there are two artists. My comics have color. sacarasc's comics have no colour.

Question:You call this shit art?
Answer:Kind of. If you don't like it, you can protest about it on your blog or Myspace page. You know, other parts of the web that exist solely for the owners' self-edification and look like horrible pieces of shit and yet, still have people that appreciate it, if only because they have no taste and/or are completely enamored with the person that they could be beaten to death with a frozen piece of their friend's shit and die only thinking of how great a friendship they shared.

Question:What the fuck?
Answer:I'm stroking my own ego and wallowing in my own perceived greatness. Enjoy it or go away, lest I unleash a mighty stream of my hot, sticky ego all over your face, in a glorious money shot of my pretension.