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Thanksgiving 2010

24th Nov 2010, 8:00 PM
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Thanksgiving 2010
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Stickfodder 24th Nov 2010, 8:00 PM edit delete
Stickfodder
Do you know what this is? It's the first official comic for the comic fury site! WHOO! Also it's a Thanksgiving comic. Yup.

Hay look Sam has hair again.
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Mr Lostman 25th Nov 2010, 7:15 AM edit delete reply
Mr Lostman
Aha, the joke is Jen is never coming back on account of how lazy you are. Very funny!

You ask for a hamburger, I give you a hamburger. You raise it to your lips and take a bite. Your eye twitches involuntarily. Across the street a father of three falls down the stairs. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. I give you a hamburger. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. You cannot swallow. There are children at the top of the stairs. A pickle shifts uneasily under the bun. I give you a hamburger. You look at my face, and I am pleading with you. The children are crying now. You raise the hamburger to your lips, tears stream down your face as you take a bite. I give you a hamburger. You are on your knees. You plead with me to go across the street. I hear only children's laughter. I give you a hamburger. You are screaming as you fall down the stairs. I am your child. You cannot see anything. You take a bite of the hamburger. The concrete rushes up to meet you. You awake with a start in your own bed. Your eye twitches involuntarily. I give you a hamburger. As you kill me, I do not make a sound. I give you a hamburger.
Stickfodder 28th Nov 2010, 7:45 PM edit delete reply
Stickfodder
*SLAPS MR. LOSTMAN*
Mr Lostman 29th Nov 2010, 3:58 PM edit delete reply
Mr Lostman
Sorry about that, Stick. I must have accidentally pasted that in my comment. Multiple tabs, man.

You ask me for a hamburger. My attempt to reciprocate is cut brutally short as my body experiences a sudden lack of electrons. Across a variety of hidden dimensions you are dismayed. John Lennon hands me an apple, but it slips through my fingers. I am reborn as an ocelot. You disapprove. A crack echoes through the universe in defiance of conventional physics as cosmological background noise shifts from randomness to a perfect A Flat. Children everywhere stop what they are doing and hum along in perfect pitch with the background radiation. Birds fall from the sky as the sun engulfs the earth. You hesitate momentarily before allowing yourself to assume the locus of all knowledge. Entropy crumbles as you peruse the information contained within the universe. A small library in Phoenix ceases to exist. You stumble under the weight of everything, Your mouth opens up to cry out, and collapses around your body before blinking you out of the spatial plane. You exist only within the fourth dimension. The fountainhead of all knowledge rolls along the ground and collides with a small dog. My head tastes sideways as space-time is reestablished, you blink back into the corporeal world disoriented, only for me to hand you a hamburger as my body collapses under the strain of reconstitution. The universe has reasserted itself. A particular small dog is fed steak for the rest of its natural life. You die in a freak accident moments later, and your soul works at the returns desk for the Phoenix library. You disapprove. Your disapproval sends ripples through the inter-dimensional void between life and death. A small child begins to cry as he walks toward the stairway where his father stands. I give you a hamburger.
Stickfodder 5th Dec 2010, 7:40 PM edit delete reply
Stickfodder
*SPITS IN MR. LOSTMAN'S EYE*