Those of you who know us in real life may notice that the interaction between Cloey and Melvin here very closely parallels that of my wife and I. That is totally a coincidence, of course. I rather like Cloey’s expression in that final panel — if it’s not clear what she’s doing, just imagine she’s doing that Vulcan cocked-eyebrow thing that Spock does.

Also, astute readers may note that the name of the newspaper Melvin is reading implies that they live in “Failtown,” whereas previous comics suggested that the name of their city of residence is, in fact, San Panties. But Agouti, I hear you cry, which is it? Why must you present us with this dilemma of self-contradiction? The answer, of course, is that you should stop being such a goddamn baby and expecting consistency from your webcomics. Who do I look like, Rockafella? Go eat your oatmeal, old man.


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