A comic about life, love, death, and fashion, in about three colors.
*squeak* *squeak* Hehehe. All right, who stole the bathmat?

Small Time Crook

2008-09-05

I’m not exactly sure what my demon dog has against my demon duck bathmat, but it’s a rivalry as old as the stars.

When I go to the bathroom, he steals it.

When I take a shower, he steals it.

When I shave, he steals it.

When I brush my teeth, he steals it.

It isn’t spontaneous theft either; it is calculated, professional. Dagon waits for the perfect moment, my peak distraction, and sneaks in, gets the duck, and exits. Afterward he is always careful to hide the duck to prevent its safe return to the bathroom.

What a weirdo.

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