This whole thing is starting to get so ridiculous that I’m starting to lose the plot. That’s a problem if you’re the one writing this nonsense.
On a positive note, look at how pretty that fireball is!
I kinda want to see Big belch out a stream of fire, from swallowing that flaming softball. Just to complete the kaiju parallels.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!
Which team are you rooting for? I have no idea. I don’t even know who’s playing.
Oh look, he got Big-er.
You think YOU’RE uncomfortable, just think what it was like for me having to draw this.
Before you forget, we introduced this guy at the beginning of the chapter.
Also, please don’t give us grief about the catcher not wearing regulation gear. Or the softball field looking like it’s painted on top of a football field.
Neither of us played sports when we were kids.
It’s 11 PM. I’m going to bed.
Happy Veteran’s Day,.
Thank you…
Sometimes, a good joke will put you to sleep. The punchline for this one will make you laugh
In your dreams.
It’s 11 PM. I’m going to bed.
I mean, if I had infinite power I’d probably have nothing better to do with it than make the perfect grilled burger.
But it would be a cosmic burger. Like you’d eat and then explode from the flavor.
Infinity really puts things into perspective, doesn’t it?
Drawing a spinning vortext of space/time augmentation isn’t easy as I’ve never actualy seen what one looks like.
This whole chapter is partially the fault of a particular baseball videogame that had hilarious parody sportscasting.
I Designed Jim Shorts out of a combination of Yogi Berra and Billy Crystal. That is a weird sentence.
Home run to the police.
I just realized why this chapter is gonna be a problem. I’m gonna have to redesign EVERYONE in baseball attire… gulp.
I can’t decide if these “Aw, Ma” strips are cute or annoying.
I’ve noticed that strips with Brad and his Mom allways have a color sceme of red and white. Coincedince? You decide.
