Page 08: With Frosting of Regret
I often wondered about the day-to-day lives of, say, Dr. Wily and Dr. Robotnik. Do they have minibosses just hanging around? Guarding pantries, hanging out in janitorial closets, what have you? And what about those places where the walls fire energy pellets every three seconds–that’s got to be irritating when you’re trying to find a bathroom.
And since this has become a bit of a theme with me, here are some more things that it turns out are hard to draw: taco wrappers and that gesture where you pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. That took a lot of drafts to get to, and I’m still not ecstatic with it. But, hey, the faces in the other panels make up for it, right?
Also, men: a word of advice. When your significant other asks you if you really love them, the correct answer is NEVER, NEVER “uh”. Don’t even try it; improvise. Also, “well, yeah” hardly ever works, unless your girlfriend has Ausperger’s, in which case she probably wouldn’t ask, because love is an impractical, illogical label for a bundle of hormones and nerve impulses designed to facilitate the genetic directive.