This comic is based on an actual conversation I had at work, making the first panel here as true to my life as I can make it. The second panel is not at all true, because that robot angelghost didn’t show up until two days later, and it wasn’t hovering politely over our heads, but stealing donuts and coffee from the kitchen down the hall. Then it leaked oil on the carpet and drew mustaches on photographs of people who already had mustaches. What a crazy day that was.

Picklebuns! Picklebuns you guys! I don’t know what’s more exciting, the pickle or the buns. And by exciting, I mean arousing. Did I say arousing? I meant awesome.

It is a pune, or play on words.

Thundercats was an awesome show. At least by 80s cartoon standards. Viewed today, the writing, particularly the dialogue, is clearly not up to the storytelling standards of modern cartoons. Not to say that all modern cartoons are written particularly well, but back in the 80s, cartoons were vehicles for selling action figures. They didn’t need to be well written.

Seriously, guys, I don’t even know. These characters are all pretty damn phallic, which I swear was unintentional. They all started as stick figures once upon a time. Some people might think that when I start making penis jokes, I’m running out of ideas. In actuality, it means I’m just getting started. ;)