My good friend and roommate Dana is often concerned that the knives he uses are not sharp enough, and frequently busts himself open trying to find out if they are. I am continually perplexed by the fact that he has failed to learn the lesson that a properly sharp knife will cut his flesh, and equally perplexed by whatever logic led to this habit in the first place. Still, he always finds out, and that got me to thinking about other ways this reckless disregard for one’s own safety could be useful.
The thing that worried me most about this comic was the colors. I felt like the previous comic really fell flat in that regard - to the point of it negatively affecting an otherwise already bad comic. Luckily whatever groove I had lost was returned, and the colors didn’t turn out too terrible at all.