If you think the rats in a superhero city are bad, you should see what the pigeons are like.
For Great Justice.
I may need to see a therapist. I seem to be developing an unnatural obsession with glowing neon green.
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, Dad. I take my pension for awful puns from you.
Somebody set us up the bird.
For Great Justice.
Aaaaaand with that my disposition as a self respecting comic artist dies a cruel death.
The grass is always greener when you eat it.
Everyone knows moving a lawn is easier when you can fly.
Did you forget that this strip is supposed to be about a school for supervillains too? So did we.
You have no idea how many posible insults I went through for Ann’s quip. Including but not limited to:
“Big & Tall”
“Old Smokey”
“Chunky Monkey”
“Silent but Deadly”
“Big Mac”
“Little John”
In Soviet Russia…
The last panel of this strip requires that it be read upside down.
We’ve got a real hit here!
I thought this would be an easy strip since the background would be the same as the previous. I realized I had to make up a bunch of random characters on the fly.
Ah, the kissing booth, or as I like to call it, “pay money for communicable diseases.”
First time I’ve gotten to draw electricity in this comic.
Never thought we’d make it this far, did you?
Yeah, neither did we.
Thanks for sticking with us everyone.
Do us a favor: Tell your friends about us, share a link on Facebook, let’s spread the super love.
Teaching, brainwashing, what’s the difference?
I feel like glowing eyes are quickley becoming the theme of this chapter.
