“Hangover? Suffering Hypervitaminosis A poisoning? Vomiting? Gods got ya? Got that just-went-to-a-party-reeking-of-warrior-herds-then-got-shitfaced-on-mead-and-sleapt-it-off-on-the-floor smell hanging around your fur? Feel like a family incontinent ferrets did the same thing then slept in your mouth? Convinced someone lodged you own pickaxe in your head? Trying to explain comparative ethics to a sentient shadow whilst coming down after mixing alcohol, testosterone-boosting herbs and unrefined opiates? Birds singing far too loud whist the day DARES to be anything other than overcast?
Try new aspirin-flavoured Mountain Dew! For the wombat on the go!”
Poor both. The hag’s going to kill Digger if she hasn’t given up and doesn’t decide to stay occupied with keeping Digger from alcohol-medication coma, but for now, poor hypocrisy-witnessing Shadowchild and poor philosophically aphasic Digger.
Forget about trying to explain the extenuating circumstances, Digger; just use your current condition as the basis for a cautionary tale against such acts.
I know it’s been said so many times already, but I’ll say it again anyway:
Poor Digger. Poor Shadowchild.
😉
Digger is having one hell of a morning.
In the immortal words of the Ganesh statue: “Indeed.”
(Well, word, not words.)
😉
How about “among the immortal words”?
Yeah, that works too.
Explaining cultural differences on top of the fact that doing so might cause you to yurk yet again? Not fun.
I just love panel five…
“Hangover? Suffering Hypervitaminosis A poisoning? Vomiting? Gods got ya? Got that just-went-to-a-party-reeking-of-warrior-herds-then-got-shitfaced-on-mead-and-sleapt-it-off-on-the-floor smell hanging around your fur? Feel like a family incontinent ferrets did the same thing then slept in your mouth? Convinced someone lodged you own pickaxe in your head? Trying to explain comparative ethics to a sentient shadow whilst coming down after mixing alcohol, testosterone-boosting herbs and unrefined opiates? Birds singing far too loud whist the day DARES to be anything other than overcast?
Try new aspirin-flavoured Mountain Dew! For the wombat on the go!”
Poor both. The hag’s going to kill Digger if she hasn’t given up and doesn’t decide to stay occupied with keeping Digger from alcohol-medication coma, but for now, poor hypocrisy-witnessing Shadowchild and poor philosophically aphasic Digger.
Forget about trying to explain the extenuating circumstances, Digger; just use your current condition as the basis for a cautionary tale against such acts.