A comic about life, love, death, and space, in about three colors.
*knock* *knock* *slam* *bang* Nobody cool ever drops by.



I’d take charge of the situation, walk among the people, but that’s no good either. Politicians see constituents, theologians see converts, perverts see cuties, but all I see are C.H.U.D.s.


Could be worse. There’s always the possibility Bud the C.H.U.D. will show up at my door.

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