An Unreasonable Request
The Poopmonster and I have begun preparations for the arrival of The Englishman. After several days of our annual audit we're off to Mocca to join up with our other Dumbrella bretheren to form a sort of Voltron that is made of duct tape and Real Dolls. If you enjoy awkward moments with awkward people and live near NYC, it is your gosh-darned birthday.
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We can sue The Englishman for interfering with our GOD-GIVEN right as AMERICANS to sue folks, correct? He's loaded, right?
Impossible!
Dear Jeffery,
The clothes bursting off in indignation in panel three is a nice toutch.
Love, Ben
P.S. Don't get angery, but the way you draw The Englishman is hot.
Jeffery is like the common man's Hulk. Who else can fight that blue blooded, well bred, John Bull-ish Englishman?
God bless Jeffery I say.
Readers, you cannot imagine the true horror of these fellows' lives. This "Overcompensating" comic completely candycoats a ghastly reality. I am a lone voice of sanity and some reason, Jeff resents this and portrays me as a megalomaniac. Maybe if he could stop filing frivolous lawsuits for five minutes, he'd realise that I'm just trying to help.
As long as there are mice to plant into burritos, or fingers to be put into chili, we will not stop.
Unless it's not a really big corporation because then there's no real money in it so what's the point?
An Englishman coming to the US during WORLD CUP! Preposterous!!
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Ahem.
We fought a war in which thousands of us died to make sure we didn't need to listen to snooty English types. If you want subservience, spend a few weeks in our cousin's back yard. Just keep walking north.
All I want to know is this: just what the hell is the good Johnny-A holding in his hands? It looks like it could be a chinchilla-ferret-cat-dog with no legs.
What if it is actually my real birthday?
The Englishman is a foul demon who wants to get rid of our values as GOD FEARING AMERICANS.
P.P.S. I also like how, despite being told who is on the phone not five seconds before he picks it up, Jeffery is so very surprised to realise that The Englishman is on the phone.
what's that yellow thing on your chest? rehab? are you quitting smoking?
-devon
I think it is actually a particle of his tie. Although I urge you, Mister Rowland, to refrain from the cancer sticks.
Englishman. Mmm. Hot.
Mmmm. Cancer sticks. English cancer sticks.
I tried tying my phone to my head like Jeff the other day, it didn't go quite as planned. I ended up looking like an arab or something I had so much cloth tied around my head. Then I realized that there was so much cloth that I couldn't hear the phone. I must have passed out from lack of oxygen, because I woke up with a head-ache a few hours later. I think I just went a little overkill. Next time I'll try using less material. Maybe duct tape will be easier...
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