For the record, these devices do exist. Not in the capacity of producing a trans-dimensional flux as depicted in the comic. But close. It nearly broke my arm with its savage fury, the arm that fed it delicious batteries. I don’t want this thing anywhere near my kid.
If there is a person in this world on which you should focus your rage over the lack of updates around here, it should be the man bearing a pen and pony-tail. He’s been a little preoccupied with less important projects like changing jobs, securing an apartment, mollifying a screaming baby, and reading comics. Huh. Funny how the whole comic disassociation thing breaks down near the end there. It’s uh, research material. For making better comics. Please, put the pitchfork down. I’m allergic.
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