And a new storyline with a much more sinister title begins! “The End” is not actually the end of Narbonic. It’s just the end of something else.
Feet are funny.
Another strip based on a hoary old joke, this time about how Hell has all the lawyers. I will never pass up an opportunity to incorporate ancient jokes into my comics. Wait until I get to the bit about the refrigerator running.
Maybe I just have a dirty mind, but this is one of my favorite Narbonic strips. My friend Urian says “jibber-jabber” a lot. Because he is awesome.
Drawing people in bed is kind of hard. I’m never sure where to put the pillows and such. In this case, I guess it doesn’t matter much, since everyone’s going to looking at the naked people.
Ha ha! Lookit Caliban’s chest hair!
Past strips suggested that I’m the god of the Narboniverse, but in this strip God has nuts. I probably shouldn’t think too hard about this.
I love the folklore trope of the man who angers both Heaven and Hell and isn’t allowed into either when he dies, as in the story of Jack O’Lantern, Stingy Jack, or Will O’ the Wisp. The version of “The Soldier and Death” in Jim Henson’s the Storyteller, a show with which I was obsessed when I was ten and reading lots of obscure fairy tales, incorporates some of the same concept. Anyway, this is my little tribute to those stories.
As frightening as the idea of dating Mell is, Caliban could’ve done worse. She looks out for him.
See, I never know how to draw the top of the bed.