The new breakneck pace of releasing two comics a week, four panels each (8 whole panels!) and PJ and my divergent work/play schedules means sometimes I don’t even see the final comic before it is posted, bare-ass-baby-naked and mewling, for the world to see.

When this happens, I sometimes fear that in the last panel (I’ve usually seen the first one or two), there’ll just be a giant, veiny penis with the words, “Happy Birthday Omar” written on it or some such prankism that would in many ways ruin my morning.

We run a tight, scripted strip, but sometimes the freedom I give the artist to interpret a handful of words in an MS Word file can be a bit worrisome.

We’ll see you on Monday!