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April 26, 2007
The Life You Save May Be My Own
Eggs. This would've been a good Easter-ish storyline, no?
By the hammer of Thor, Stantis, don't you know what can happen when you write mystifying strips like this? Do you have no ethical qualms about the apoplexy suffered by the readership on account of your comic's non-sensical nature? If you have any sense of decency or career self-preservation, you'll not want to kill off the handful of people who actually make an effort to read your product.
Here's a deal, tho, or challenge, whichever you prefer, that could allow you to save a life: If you use the word "rathskeller" by May 31, 2007, I will no longer read and/or critique Prickly City. With that one simple word, you can end suffering in the world (of me). Now go forth and sin no more.
Comments
Geez! He is sitting on petrified eggs, in other words, rocks. What ethical questions could there possibly be?
At least if they do hatch, there could be some new characters.
Posted by: John at April 26, 2007 02:16 PM
