Interested in an appetizer? Well, I, Szarzglarth, deny your request. You humans think you’ve figured it all out, with your large bodies, shoelaces, and appetizers. However, we N’Rangar, who can travel 8.3 light years to Sol from Planet Ub, in the system you call Lalande 21185, know the truth: A proper meal consists of a green salad with a Dijon vinaigrette, a main course of your choosing, and either coffee or port with cheese to finish.

SUBMIT, HUMANS!

 

Hey.

Chris here. Szarzglarth is new on the job, and it obviously doesn’t understand our culture yet, but I don’t think we understand its culture either. Maybe they don’t have onion rings or stuffed mushrooms on Ub. They are tiny beings; perhaps they are similar to crickets, who love lettuce.

Please give it time.

 

UPDATE 2

New comic Tuesday.

 

 

UPDATE

I had the tremendous pleasure of spending an evening at Urgent Care (I think I’m fine), spent the next night NOT SLEEPING FOR A SINGLE MINUTE, and now I’ve been awake for, like, 40 hours straight. I’m losing my mind and coming up with really weird ideas for comics (but not the good kind of weird), and I don’t really remember what’s happened today.

I know the Browns won and my cat had chicken and gravy for dinner, but what happened to me? I’m lost, drawing comics in my notebook that might not mean anything when I look at them tomorrow (or whenever it is that I’ve slept, which might be never).

From the mush that used to be my brain, goodnight!