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My hair became sapient and angry.
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This wouldn’t happen if I didn’t just leave machetes lying around all over the place.
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My hair became sapient and angry.
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This wouldn’t happen if I didn’t just leave machetes lying around all over the place.
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It didn’t take very long for things to get weird.
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I really should close that gate to the nightmare dimension…
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I drewed my doodle!
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Yup, I sit on a balance ball like a hippy.
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I ated a pop-tart.
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Laurel Green: best at nutrition
Why is the pop-tart giant? Why is your face?
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I showered!
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Those aren’t really suds. My hair just turns light blue when it gets wet.
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I awoke!
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Hello, Internet, and welcome to this year’s Hourly Comic Day!
I’m starting super early this time, because I want to get to bed at a halfway decent time, on account of it being Sunday.
I’m already wicked tired, because my dog, who is now sleeping soundly, kept waking me up. Don’t worry! I’ve got some cola and a frozen pizza on standby for a pick-me-up.