I don’t want to divulge our processes too much, but Tuesday’s comic was a biiiiiit of work to draw. I had to call into the work sick that day, so I sat at home drawing this comic, waiting for bile and partially digested food to erupt from my tummy-tum. Jacob recall Jacob telling me today’s comic would be easy to draw.

Not only was it not easy to draw, it was also about how I’m sick. It was like a slap in the face, smothered and marinated in a slap in the face. Then Jacob literally slapped me in the face.