"What will you eat...Who cares? No wait, I care! Put the nice monks' food back! NO! Take the food, then steal the monastery's VCR! Hey! Go be quiet like the rest of the voices in my head! Ohhh, who's gonna make me? Me and what army?"
"Hssst, men! I'm gonna be really embarassed if none of the Cong have a gun that's drawn more poorly than mine!"
If I had to pick one panel out of this comic to show what a team effort it was to make this the sack of dog doo that it is, it would be this one:
Everyone pulls together! The writer gives us this brilliant dialogue:
"You called us human pigs, wretch! So we will let this wild pig...or boar...maybe it's a peccary? I'm pretty sure it's not a tapir--they have funny noses, right? It sure looks like something from the pig family, I think.. Anyway, this terrestrial, day-active quadruped will chase you down in the jungle...or over the rainbow...or under the boardwalk...Ahh, crap. The pig's fallen asleep. Bring forth the goaders again!"
I'll bet Friar Tuck is really sorry about that "human pigs" crack. Oh, if he'd but called them "dirty rats"! Goaded rats would just scurry away into the underbrush.
How different life would be if he'd but called the Cong "Cum-Crazy Sorority Sluts"!
The artist helps out with, yes, an even more poorly drawn gun than Roger's, then tag-teams with the colorist, who can't quite center the gun's red hue (possibly that's the printer's fault, but all that does is give me one more person to hate). And the monk is obviously drawn as an Asian, but our racist colorist shows that he's one of the good gooks by giving him Caucasian skin coloring, while the bad Cong are done in a yellow-matter-custard pus tone. I'm sure it can't be easy to do a decent coloring job when you have to squint out of the tiny eyeholes the Klan puts in those hoods.
The letterer leaves out the word "a" in "into wild rage."
Truly a magnificent group effort, gentlemen!
Oh, okay.
I guess it is a boar, then.
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