Yes, the signs in the first panel read “7th Circle,” “8th Circle,” and “Billy Joel.” I blame this on my housemate Jaye listening to “She’s Always a Woman” a lot in senior year. You hear that, Jaye? This is all your fault!
The other sign, “Kittens Boiled in Oil,” needs no explanation.
Incidentally, the title of this storyline is not only a lame pun, but a tribute to the classic short-lived TV series starring Chris Elliott.
The strange thing is, as it turns out, Caliban’s absolutely right.
Caliban gets assigned jobs that place him in close contact with humans because he’s good at talking to them. They constantly irritate him, but he does better than most demons, who tend to regard them as vermin or, at best, some type of novelty talking monkey. He’s very fond of the mortal world, and even if he doesn’t exactly like humans, as a general rule, he understands them.
Urbandictionary.com defines “meatjob” as, “Slapping around a penis in order to ‘get it up.'” I had not heard that before.
I pretty much destroyed that first panel with gray fills. Shame.
Caliban’s old-school spelling and usage of “subtil” are straight out of the King James version of Genesis: “Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made.” More modern translations usually translate it as something like “crafty.”
For the third panel, I just copied the previous drawing of Caliban’s child-traumatizing form and pasted it in. It’s all cut off along the bottom where I didn’t have enough art to fill the panel. Geez, this strip got really messed up in post-production.
Caliban’s throwaway last line may be the most subtle foreshadowing in Narbonic. Or subtil.
Really, really, really old joke. I’m sorry. Some of these strips, I feel like I should give everyone a dollar to compensate for reading them.
This strip is based on the time I went to my senior afterprom party in high school because they were raffling off a minifridge, and I really wanted a minifridge for college, and my parents wouldn’t buy me one because they were already going broke to send me to Vassar. Also, my Democracy teacher, who was usually a truthful man (he was the one who explained why Bob Dole would never be elected President, why boys should read Cosmo instead of Playboy, and why you shouldn’t have sex with underage girls), said it would be fun and there would be midnight bowling. Of course it was not fun, and the bowling was terrible, and all I won in the raffle was a Wendy’s coupon only redeemable in Elyria. Which was like forty minutes away. Years later, I was still so pissed that I couldn’t even spell “Elyria” right in my own comic.
And I never did get a minifridge.
I was very taken with the way Caliban magically flicks Dave away, to the point that, much later in Narbonic, I had the same thing happen to Caliban. Incidentally, in a comic with all-caps lettering, “flick” is one of the words you have to be very careful about using, along with the name “Clint.” But Narbonic is mixed-case, so I can flick away.
I don’t have much to say about this strip, but man oh man did I used to draw some big ears. Dave gets some nice expressions in this strip, though.