Undead Llama will return, in earnest, starting next week on September 1st. During August, I’m revisiting some old cartoons.
I don’t like spiders.
As mentioned in the original post, this is an actual warning I give to spiders I find in my house. I look straight into their eye holes, or ass – whichever end is pointed at me, I can’t always tell – and in a very stern voice give them the warning. I feel that I portrayed the feeling of the warning much better in this comic remake. However, I cannot really tell. I’m not a spider whisperer, you know. Typing that just sent shivers down my spine.
Also glaringly apparent is the F-bomb in the cartoon. When drawing the original, my psyche was a battlefield between my moral fiber and my true self. My moral fiber drew a line in the sand and said, “this line is sacred. This is holy. This is the rock we will build Undead Llama upon. We will not go there. We do not need to stoop to that level.” Ultimately, the moral fiber won.
Recently, I found my moral fiber on the wrong side of the line with a hooker. You gotta keep an eye on that guy.
Finally, my apologies to any spiders who may be reading this post. Die in a fire.
My twitter feed is devoid of spiders and moral fiber. You should follow me.