I just drafted a 20-page comic book for Colleen. I personally like it, but I'm pretty sure that if anything were holy, there would be forces in the universe designed to stop me from making something like this.

Okay, not really. It's fucking great... but hear some of this.

Think about the kind of person I must be to have both written and drawn these things:

"Thomas swiftly and remorselessly unscrews the baby’s head, removing it. The baby’s eyes go from yellow to black."

"Thomas stands in a room with three autopsy tables, one with a Rabbi on it, one with a Tibetan monk on it, and the third has the pope on it. Their chests are cut open and their organs are exposed"

"Dialogue: When I improvise, my Lab becomes a veritable hive of activity."
"panel 1: Thomas runs around his laboratory, flailing his arms, smiling and saying, 'wheee.'"
"panel 2: Thomas is in the exact same flailing pose as before, but this time, he is frowning. There is a swarm of bees chasing him."

"Thomas is grinning maniacally."
"POV. shot from Thomas' perspective, as the little blue engine filled with candy carrying the barrel of monkeys crashes into the subway from gotham city and both explode in a firey wreck. the signs on the trains ('childhood' and 'send help' ) get crushed together to form the words, 'childhood'S END'"

"thomas pushes the plunger, detonating the six-way crossing railway track"

"thomas places the orb into a huge machine"

"Thomas(dialogue): 'Go, my children! Implant my ideas into the brains of every man, woman, and child on earth! None are safe!"

Yeah... I probably had the most fun today since Easter. When I came up with the comic book with the infamous line,
"Announcer: Oh, peepy-peepy delicious ducks, pleasure me the American(tm) way!"

LMFAOWRAOTFDOLMF!