And thus the bird did snuff it. Sadly. I swear guys, I was rooting for it as much as any of you…but…we all know how nature works. Well, the nature of depressive cartoonists, anyway. EVERYTHING DIES. Or so I’m told.
Just so you guys know, I’m pushing the ending back a couple of comics. I mean, I’ve gotten all this way, and it would be a shame not to let the ending get the breathing room it needs. Pacing is everything, after all. Especially with comics. So, this one will be wrapping up in three comics, not counting the current one. So that’s…uh…three weeks from now! Oh, wait…is it actually two? I always mess this stuff up…
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No, it’s three. Yeah. For sure.
How’s that for a padded blog entry, huh?
Later,
J.
NO BILLY YOU CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS.
“…this kills the bird.”
Why do I have the feeling that, although the bird has been put out of its misery, it or its legacy will be back to haunt the characters later?
Gibble is a little monster. Really.
And Shelly’s actually showing empathy here, rather than just being completely dispassionate.
Makes me like her a bit more.
Ahhh, Ummm, what to say?
Can Billy do that to Gibble next, Shelly would probably hold him in place.
I begin to wonder if Billy wouldn’t be safer with only the girls.