
(Author’s Note):
Next, stay tuned for the weather report, where we hope an asteroid will not ruin your weekend.

(Illustrator’s Note):
The script named the aliens as “The SPORG”… Oh, the plans I have for that. *rubbs hands manniacly.*

Next, stay tuned for the weather report, where we hope an asteroid will not ruin your weekend.

The script named the aliens as “The SPORG”… Oh, the plans I have for that. *rubbs hands manniacly.*

This is what happens when Mario doesn’t pay Luigi a living wage.
For Great Justice.

The real crime being committed here is the wearing of horizontal stripes with a cabbie cap.

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.