I’m in a coffee shop in Fluffton’s exclusive and terrifying Cthulu Heights neighborhood. Looking out on the street, I see a lot of coats slung over a lot of shoulders, the product of the second consecutive very nice day (nighttime severe weather advisory notwithstanding) catching everyone by surprise.
It may not be coat weather yet, but the signs are here: leaves on the ground, apple cider for sale and every empty third empty storefront to turn into a costume store. Soon thereafter, it will become a Christmas presents and decorations store, then a tax preparation service. Once more shall the cycle of life repeat.
There’s no getting around it, any day now will be the last good day of the year.
Cousteau, “The Last Good Day of the Year”
This is making me think I need a squishy octopus now too. Maybe it’s that melancholy lovely wonderful time of year.
This comic is awesome, thank you for making it and sharing.
XD I absolutely adore the fact the fact that Otto has typed in that question as being one of the big questions. Thank you for making me laugh at loud there.
Does that say, “Why don’t I poop?”? Uhh…
B-but…if a stuffed chicken filing a lawsuit like a good ol’ American doesn’t freak people out, Otto probably had a good chance of talking to Claire. Also, YAY FOR MARYLAND.
“Her fur comes OFF?” Priceless!
haha! He is reading the Baltimore Sun!
I wonder why Otto doesn’t poop?
Awww!! Otto looked up in Searchy “why don’t I poop?” Soo cute!