A comic about life, love, death, and new car smell, in about three colors.
1' 1' munch chomp Time was, even Her Majesty couldnot help but marvel at my fearlessappetite and cunning showmanship. One, two, even three feetof submarine sandwich... ... consumed with force anddiligence at a single sitting. It is not I who have changed,but the world.

Vanishing Point


It is true. My reputation often precedes me. Nobody that knows me is stupid enough to offer to buy me dinner. At 55kg, I can pack away as much as 5kg a day. Mostly carbs and starches. Atkins was a fool.

So, true story: Once upon a time I was sweet on this girl, but we were still in that awkward competitive/flirtatious stage. “You cannot eat three feet of sub!” she screamed as I presented the coupon to the cashier. “Oh yeah?!?” I cleverly retorted. So of course I did. I remember it well: she wore blue, my sandwich was tuna. In retrospect, there was probably a sexier way to prove myself a worthy male specimen.

And in other news… it is apparently harder to represent a sandwich in three colors than a human being. Go figure. Advanced species indeed!

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