Buttsex indeed. (VERY NSFW LINK...though if you're viewing this comic at work anyway, the people around you probably don't care.)
I recently gave a friend of mine instructions on how to repair his iPhone. I was very thorough, even including the location of the terrible Rite of Rotting Blood on a missing fragment of the Pnakotic Manuscript located in the third level of Hell, in a pulsing cavern of living flesh beyond terrible, immortal horrors whose neverhealing battle-wounds have been stitched closed with the sinews of the damned. But the dead pixels went away on their own, so such an infernal expedition was rendered useless.
I understand that crowbars are a choice weapon in confronting the demoniac hordes. They just...never seem to expect it.
Anyway, this newspost must, by necessity, come to a quick close. Last night I was gripped by the powerful urge to sleep much earlier in the evening than I normally am, leading to my peaceable loss of consciousness on the couch and a complete inability to string words together in something that might resemble a sentence. As such, I am writing this with only half an hour left to complete preparations for departure to my day job, which is something that I do so I can eat and drink and be merry and dedicate my higher brain functions to the conception of scripts for this comic.
Also, I do it to support my cocaine habit.
-James