Transcript
September 27, 2010. A reminder: The views of the characters in this comic strip remain their own and do not in any way reflect upon the author or any of his potential employers.
Also, note that the citation format has changed somewhat now that I've actually consulted the newest edition of the Bluebook.
Hellspawn
Negligent Lop is in a coffee shop with a phone and laptop.
In the back, Brown Rabbit is talking to someone behind the counter.
A Phone: Quack Quack Quack.
End of panel.
Negligent Lop picks up the phone.
Negligent Lop: Hello?
Negligent Lop: Yes, that's me.
Negligent Lop: Oh, a job offer? Well, I can give
you my response right now.
End of panel.
Negligent Lop: After minimal consideration, I
have decided not to sell my soul to
your little cabal of planet killing,
people poisoning, politician bribing,
patent trolling corporate whores.
End of panel.
Negligent Lop: So crawl back to your hellspawn
overlords and tell them that the
next time we meet, I won't be
looking for a job.
Negligent Lop: I'll be looking for their heads.
Negligent Lop: Good day sir.
End of panel.
Negligent Lop: I said GOOD DAY SIR.
*CLICK*
Negligent Lop hangs up.
End of panel.
Brown Rabbit is back with some coffee. Or some other brown drink.
Brown Rabbit: Thanks for watching my
stuff. Did I get any calls?
Negligent Lop: Uh ... just some multi-
level marketing scam.
Brown Rabbit: Oh man, I hate those!
Negligent Lop: I know!
End of comic.
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