October 15th, 2009
Dirty Laundry
Taken from personal experience, clothes left to fester in their own filth will become sentient life forms capable of guttural moans within several months time. The speed of this accursed proliferation is proportional to the average feculence of the garments. I was once nearly eaten by a pair of jeans I had worn for three weeks straight without washing, I deftly avoided inevitable ingurgitation only by quickly spraying the wicked denim with SHOUT and executing a perfect evasive Barrel-Roll as recommended to me by my good friend Peppy.
October 15th, 2009 at 1:30 pm
What is he pointing at? Stickcat?
October 20th, 2009 at 6:19 am
The most obvious conclusion is that he wants to kill the sentient pile of clothes, which would explain the look of fear. His finger, however, could just as easily be pointing to Stickcat, which would instead suggest that he is commanding his abominable creation to at last wreak the vengeance that he himself had been unable to personally enact. In the context of this interpretation, that look of fear might actually be anxiety over the fact that Stickcat has discovered the terrible secret of his newborn sockspawn, and so he now must eliminate all witnesses…no matter the cost. So is our bipedal protagonist a repentant victim of his own unwitting sloth, or is he the fiendish father of a murderous monster the likes of which would make Frankenstein faint? YOU DECIDE.
October 28th, 2009 at 4:37 pm
I LOVE STICKCAT