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Invasion of the Butt Cats Part II Jeffrey: Ladies and gentlemen, this is our enemy-- the Butt Cat. Here are some facts about them. / Weedmaster P: Do they piss on the most expensive thing you own / Jeffrey: I suppose they would if given the chance, Weedmaster P. / Weedmaster P: Then how are they different from normal cats
Invasion of the Butt Cats Part III {{Invasion of the Butt Cats Part III; Cat meat is only good on pizza; And you will know them by the trail of the gravel-coated turds}} / [[In a high-tech military bunker; Jeff sits at a desk, Weedmaster P stands and points behind him with his thumb]] / Weedmaster P: We gotta kill them stinkin' butt cats, there's like ten feet of crap around the bunker / Jeffrey: We can't just kill butt cats! They're kinda like regular cats. / [[Weedmaster spreads his arms wide open ]] / Weedmaster P: So what I kill cats all the time / Jeffrey: But you ain't supposed to. People think cats are dog-like animals, where it ain't okay to kill 'em like how it is with pigs. / [[Weedmaster P places his hand on the desk and leans in towards Jeff]] / Weedmaster P: But a pig is smarter than twenty cats stapled to a three-legged horse / Jeffrey: But cat meat tastes like ass!
Invasion of the Butt Cats Part IV: End Game {{The yellow one with the eyepatch is still alive. He is the last of his kind. LEAVE IT TO OL' YHWH AND SON TO JUST KILL WHATEVER THEY WANT TO}} / [[Weedmaster P, Tallahassee and Jeff are in a grey room, surrounded by cats with giant asses- butt cats.]] / Weedmaster P: We can't hold off these butt cats much longer / Tallahassee: They're coming in through the vents! / Jeff: Butt cats are like Tribbles except they have sharp claws and they're squirmy and they all have diarrhea. / [[]] / Tallahassee: Jeffrey, if science fiction taught us anything it's that it's okay to kill anything as long as it isn't human! / Jeph: But they're... adorable / [[Joanna has eaten her balogna and is drinking her Jim Beam out of her dish]] / Jeph: Aw look! Joanna's finally drinkin' her food-- look out, Joanna!! / [[Joanna walks away from her dish]] / Jeph: Where's she goin'? / [[Joanna holds up a yellow pipe cleaner]] / Jeph: A pipe cleaner? / [[Joanna holds up the pipe cleaner in front of all the butt cats; they watch]] / <> / <> / <> / [[Joanna runs outside, all the butt cats are following her pipe cleaner]] / [[Joanna throws a rope up in the air]] / <> / [[The pipe cleaner drops into a chasm, Joanna flies away]] / [[Joanna is hanging from a helicopter]] / [[Jesus is flying the helicopter, winking]]
Paperklip Tales {{Paperklip Tales}} / [[Paperklip is wearing large headphones at a karaoke booth, a Tool song's lyrics showing up on the wall; A Tool fan wearing a Tool hat and Tool t-shirt is holding a microphone and is singing]] / Tool Guy: Whyyyy can't we not be so-ber, I jussst want to start things o-verrr... / [[A police officer handcuffs the Tool guy, Paperklip watches]] / Police Officer: You're under arrest for selling heroin! / Tool Guy: Man I didn't do nothin'! / Police Officer: You sold heroin. / [[The Tool guy's friend comes up and talks to Paperklip]] / <> / That Guy's Buddy: Heh, was that the bad karaoke singing police? / Paperklip: No, that was the actual police. / [[That guy's buddy runs away, quickly]]
Three Decades of Pants [[THE EIGHTIES]] / Jeffrey: Man, 80s clothes are far out! I hope things never change! / Weedmaster P: TOTALLY BODACIOUS DUDE / [[THE NINETIES]] / Jeffrey: Man, 80s clothes were stupid but 90s clothes are here to stay / Tallahassee: These pretzels are makin' me thirsty! / [[THE AUGHTIES]] / Jeffrey: I have seen the butt cracks of everyone I know. / / {{title text: I'm not necessarily complaining about this (5% of the time)}}
 
Internet Comix Jeffrey: I'm tired of toiling in e-obscurity because my comics are too verbose and complicated for today's fast-paced internet people to understand! / Jeffrey: So I've figured out a formula to make the most popular webcomic in the intire cyberscape. / [[Stick Figure Librarians that Talk About Math While They Rape Each Other]] / Stick Figure Guy: MOAR FUNCTIONZ LULZ I LIEK MATHS!! / Stick Figure Girl: OH NOES I DRANK TOO MUCH ALCOHOL AT THE LIBRARY NOW I AM FROM FALLING DOWN!! / Stick Figure Guy: U KNOW WHAT TIEM IT IS NOW / {{title text: SFLTTAMWTREO will be much more popular than my last other idea, Daily Stick Figure Holocaust Humor Fur Squad}}
Internet Comix {{Internet Comix}} / {{SFLTTAMWTREO will be much more popular than my last other idea, Daily Stick Figure Holocaust Humor Fur Squad}} / {{Here's a hint: It isn't 3:57pm or 6:19am}} / [[Jeffrey is naked, sitting at his drawing table; he looks tired and angry with much facial hair]] / Jeffrey: I'm tired of toiling in e-obscurity because my comics are too verbose and complicated for today's fast-paced internet people to understand. / [[Jeffrey sits at his drawing table looking mean and focused]] / Jeffrey: So I've figured out a formula to make the most popular webcomic in the entire cyberscape! / [[Crudely drawn stick people, guy in blue outfit with blue hat, girl bent over in pink outift with blond hair]] / Stick Figure Librarians that Talk About Math While They Rape Each Other / Guy: MOAR FUNCTIONZ / LULZ / I LIEK MATHS!! / Girl: OH NOES I DRANK TOO MUCH ALCOHOL AT THE LIBRARY NOW I AM FROM FALLING DOWN!! / Guy: U KNOW WHAT TIEM IT IS NOW
Nothing Jeff: Guys, do you think it's even possible for there to be... nothing? / Tallahassee: What do you mean by nothing? / Weedmaster: HE MEANS WHATEVER YOU AIN'T THINKIN' ABOUT RIGHT NOW / / Jeff: No, I mean nothing... like... NOTHING. / Tallahassee: Technically I think "nothing" is what's beyond the known universe? / Jeff: But what if there is something beyond the known universe--like a swarm of wasps that are all on fire? / Weedmaster: OR THE SILKY BED OF SILKEN SILK YOU LAID UPON BEFORE YOU BECAME A BABY / Tallahassee: Or a way to talk about this rationally.
Where It's From Weedmaster P: LEMME GET THIS STRAIGHT... / [[There is a TV in the room showing static. Jeffrey is looking at a microscope.]] / Weedmaster P: ALL THESE HOUSES AND DOGS AND DOOR STOPPERS AND TACOS 10 BILLION YEARS AGO WAS JUST A BUNCH OF CRAP FLOATIN' AROUND SPACE THAT STUCK TOGETHER FOR NO REASON / Jeffrey: It seems that way Weedmaster P. / Weedmaster P: THAT'S AMAZING / [[YHWH is climbing out of the TV screen]] / YHWH: Not as amazing as my crazy-ass explanation! / Jeffrey: AUGH AUUGH / Weedmaster P: NOOO / {{title text: That's our YHWH! Now do what he says or everyone dies.}}
Dooooom Jeffrey: Man I got a sense of impending doom. / Baby: What's that feel like? / [[panel 2 has no text, just funny faces]] / Jeffrey: You ever watch a youtube video that starts with a teenager standing on a roof? / {{tagline: Or any internet video that takes place at an air show, drag race, Afghanistan, or an intersection}} / {{roll-over text: Or a Battlestar Galactica episode that begins with the phrase 'previously on Battlestar Galactica' man that show is stressful}}
Overheard at Bohemian Grove Evil White Guy: Ha Haa Ha! / Evil White Guy: No way! / Evil White Guy: ... heh heh... then we told the oil companies that they could charge as much as they wanted for gas as long as they dropped it when the economy collapsed! / Evil White Guy: Yeah! And now the people are so happy about saving $50 a week on gasoline that they won't riot when we're relaxing in the Bahamas while they're waiting in line at the emergency room -- which will be closed due to foreclosure! / <> / <> / [[Weedmaster P and PaperKlip enter]] / Weedmaster P: Hey we're back from the bathroom where we did not in any way smoke cocaine / [[wow does she look irked]] / Jeffrey: Guys, you're not gonna believe what I just heard! / [[later]] / Weedmaster P: Hah Yeah That's a good conspiracy theory dickass Everybody knows that's just a coincidence. / [[wow she still looks irked, and so does Jeffrey]] / {{roll-over text: PEOPLE NEVER BELIEVED ME ABOUT THE ZOMBIE SKELETON PEOPLE EITHER AND THEN RODDY PIPER GOT IN AN HOUR LONG FIGHT OVER SUNGLASSES}}
 
Taking Back Xmas I Jeffrey: Hey J.C. How's it goin' / J.C.: I'm bumed, Jeffrey. My birthday's coming up in a couple days and everybody's acting like jerks again. / Jeffrey: How old you gonna be? / J.C.: Two-thousand something. I lost track. / J.C.: Anyway, all I want for my birthday is for everybody to just act chill and be _nice_ for one day. Just one day. Be cool. / Jeffrey: Two thousand? / J.C.: But everybody's all stressed out and drinking too much and yelling at store workers and - / Jeffrey: So what are you, like a vampire? / J.C.: More like a Highlander, except I'm a ghost, too. / Jeffrey: Wow. / {{tag: This is because everybody is accidentally celebrating Mithras' birthday on Saturnalia}} / {{roll-over text: Like a Highlander Wolfman Space Zombie Shepherd who has every dog that ever died.}}
Taking Back Xmas II Jeffrey: You can't just roll over and let a bunch of dick-actin' jerks ruin your birthday, J.C.! You gotta take it back! / J.C.: It's no use Jeffrey. It's no dang use at all. / Jeffrey: Bullcrap! Did the devil let a bunch of Christians ruin _his_ birthday? No way! We still celebrate Halloween the way we always did -- by dressin' up like sexy mummies ad trashin' houses that don't give us stuff that's bad for us! / J.C.: That's a good point. I can't let the Devil show me up. / Jeffrey: Did the White people let the Indians ruin Thanksgiving for them by being driven to the precipice of extinction? No way! / J.C.: Let's stick with the Devil thing. / {{tag: Jesus is like "Whoa, yeah man I'm sorry I let that happen"}} / {{roll-over text: WWJDOHB: What Would Jesus Do On _His_ Birthday}}
OVERCOMPENSATING: The Journal Comic With a Seething Disdain for Reality. {{Pretty Nice Haircut}} / {{That was the longest my hair ever was, except for when I was twelve and had a rat tail that could almost touch my butt crack}} / {{It's pretty bad when perverted deities have to step in because you're choking on your own hair when you sleep but you don't care}} / [[The God of the Internet yells at Jeffrey, how lies on ground/bed with really long hair]] / The God of the Internet: J3FFR3Y R0WL4NDZ / Jeffrey: Gasp! The God of the Internet! / [[Close-up of the God of the Internet]] / The God of the Internet: U N33D A H41RCU7 / [[Jeffrey looks down in shame]] / Jeffrey: I know... / [[A person is taking a razor blade to Jeffrey's hard]] / Soon / [[Jeffrey sits in the chair with the tarp]] / [[Jeffrey looks deep in thought]] / Jeffrey (thinking): This is the absolute best that this person thinks I am capable of looking. / [[Jeffrey sits in the chair with the tarp and looks lost]]
Taking Back Xmas III {{Taking Back Xmas III / Is he being nice because he's nice? Or does it give him tinglies in his nethers? / A man with a pair of jumper cables and a stiffy is what passes for altruiam these days}} / [[Jeffrey lays out a paper with the word "PLAN" on it on a table; Joanna is lying on the table; Jesus is excited]] / Jeffrey: Okay the first thing we need to do is fabricate a media event to get people to remember what your birthday is really all about. / Jesus: I know, I'll use my magicks to make my face appear on a hospital window or a piece of toast! / [[Jeffrey puts his arm around Jesus' shoulder]] / Jeffrey: J.C. I love you man but you gotta think more edgy-- more in-your-face! / Jesus: I could ask my Dad to destroy Las Vegas! He's been trying to find an excuse to do that! / [[Jeffrey sits down, thinking with his hand on his forehead]] / Jeffrey: But we don't want people to be nice just because they're scared! / Jesus: But my Dad says that's the only way people will act right. Is there another way? / Jeffrey: I'm sure some people have a sex fetish about being nice...
Jesus Break Time Out [[No text; just Chester looking out the window.]] / {{tagline: Back in one day}} / {{roll-over text: Previously on Overcompensating...}}
Taking back Xmas IV jc: Let's just give up, Jeffrey. There's no way for people to be nice -- that's not the way my Dad designed 'em / jeffrey: I guess you're right JC. People are just dicks. Oh well, at least we didn't really try / jc: wait, I've got an idea ! / jc: Dad, for my birthday i'd like for all the humans to be nice to each other / god: I CAN'T DO THAT! / jc: Why not, Dad ? It's my one wish ! / god: How am i supposed to form an army of a few million goody two shoeses to fight a 50 billion strong army of bad asses, rock stars and karate experts ?
 
Clamato Jeffrey: Hey everybody I got a bunch of this beer on sale! It says it's made with "CLAMATO." / Tallahassee: [[grossed out]] Gross! / PaperKlip: [[disgusted]] That's disgusting! / Weedmaster P: [[betrayed]] How could you / Jeffrey: What? What's "Clamato"? I've never heard that word before! / Talahassee: It's exactly what it sounds like! It's tomato juice mixed with _clam juice_! / Jeffrey: I thought it was just one of those words that doesn't sound like what it is! Like "hot dog" or "potpourri"! / Jeffrey: What kind of monster would mix tomato juice and clam juice... with _beer_? / {{tagline: It only takes you ten or eleven tries to figure out that potpourri doesn't get you high}} / {{roll-over text: A hot dog is neither hot, nor a dog. It is some tubes of miscellaneous, discarded animal meat in a plastic package in the refrigerator.}}
Back in the Day [[The Birth of Astronomy -- Thousands of Years Ago...]] / Jeffrey: You know what I like? I like that our lives aren't ruled by an unrelenting cacophony of artificial, unnecessary distractions that are so invasive, demanding and addictive that we can't allow ourselves to ponder the mystery of existence. / Jeffrey: Also nobody's died for no apparent reason in five days. / Weedmaster P: Hey if yousquint your eyes those little lights are shaped like a dog or a fish or something. / Jeffrey: Woah! / {{tagline: guess who got a blackberry}} / {{roll-over text: Back in the day they had a lot more free time but people would die if they caught a cold, so it evens out.}}
Twenty Aught Nine [[Old Year (as a ninja-lookin' dude wearing "2008" glasses) draws a bead through sniper scope.]] / [[Squeezes the trigger <>]] / <> / [[Jeffrey leaps out of the path of a bullet marked "2008]] / [[New Year (as a ninja-lookin' dude wearing "2009" glasses) pounds down a bottle of "Olde Tyme Drank"]] / <> / [[Drops bottle down onto the car seat]] / [[Revs the engine of his "09" deathmobile <>]] / {{tagline: Nice try, 2008, Maybe you'd do better if you took those stupid glasses off}} / {{roll-over text: "Okay we've got 364 days to make Arthur C. Clarke not look like he didn't know what he was talking about.}}
Twenty Aught Nine [[Old Year (as a ninja-lookin' dude wearing "2008" glasses) draws a bead through sniper scope.]] / [[Squeezes the trigger <>]] / <> / [[Jeffrey leaps out of the path of a bullet marked "2008]] / [[New Year (as a ninja-lookin' dude wearing "2009" glasses) pounds down a bottle of "Olde Tyme Drank"]] / <> / [[Drops bottle down onto the car seat]] / [[Revs the engine of his "09" deathmobile <>]] / {{tagline: Nice try, 2008, Maybe you'd do better if you took those stupid glasses off}} / {{roll-over text: "Okay we've got 364 days to make Arthur C. Clarke not look like he didn't know what he was talking about.}}
Twenty Aught Nine [[Old Year (as a ninja-lookin' dude wearing "2008" glasses) draws a bead through sniper scope.]] / [[Squeezes the trigger <>]] / <> / [[Jeffrey leaps out of the path of a bullet marked "2008]] / [[New Year (as a ninja-lookin' dude wearing "2009" glasses) pounds down a bottle of "Olde Tyme Drank"]] / <> / [[Drops bottle down onto the car seat]] / [[Revs the engine of his "09" deathmobile <>]] / {{tagline: Nice try, 2008, Maybe you'd do better if you took those stupid glasses off}} / {{roll-over text: "Okay we've got 364 days to make Arthur C. Clarke not look like he didn't know what he was talking about.}}
Boobs Weedmaster P: MAN WHY WON'T THAT GAL ON THE OL' TEEVEE JUST SHOW US HER NAKED BOOBS / Jeffrey: Spoiler alert, Weedmaster P... / Jeffrey: At the tips of her boobs there are differently-colored areas of skin with smaller, sticky-outty parts near the centers. / Weedmaster P: WHAT / WHERE DID YOU SEE THEM
The Two YHWHs Guys! Guys! I just read something crazy! I just read that you two guys... are the same guy! / / You are getting sleeepy... / Certain parts aren't supposed to be taken literally...
 
Repetitive Posthumous Equine Clobbering Syndrome [[Weedmaster P is at a computer.]] / Weedmaster P: MAN I AM ABOUT TO RICK-ROLL THIS KID SO HARD HE'S GONNA HAVE TO PULL BACK HIS FORESKIN TO TAKE OUT HIS CONTACTS / Jeffrey: God dangit, when is everybody gonna stop beatin' that dead horse? / Weedmaster P: WHAT HORSE? WHAT ARE YOU TALKIN' ABOUT DICK-ASS? / Jeffrey: The horse is a metaphor for bein' sick of somethin' that people are too out-of-it to notice isn't funny anymore. / Weedmaster P: THAT AIN'T WHAT THAT MEANS / Weedmaster P: IT MEANS... YOU KNOW HOW SOMETIMES YOU CAN'T TELL IF A HORSE IS ALL THE WAY DEAD?
Guest Comic by Pontus Madsen {{Guest Comic by Pontus Madsen}} / {{Did you know that IKEA is also a Swedish embassy? It's true}} / [[Jeffrey and Pontus Madsen are talking in the woods]] / Jeffrey: Hey there you dirty old Swede / Pontus Madsen: I ma be dirty, but I'm not as old as you. I'm not "dirty thirty" yet. / Jeffrey: Yeah. For like what? One more week? / Pontus Madsen: Well, yeah. / ...Cunt face / [[Pontus Madsen stands with his hands in his pockets]] / Pontus Madsen: I like getting older tho, you accumulate data and make you own assumptions based on that. / For instance, I have come to the conclusion that the shorter hair a girl has, the more open she will be to lesbian activities. / Many girls I know with short hair has been doing some wookie talking, even a few that didn't go to college. / [[Jeffrey and Pontus Madsen are in the woods, still]] / Jeffrey: I'm guessing you had sexual relations with most of them right before they ventured out into lesbianitry land? / Pontus Madsen: I fail to see any connection in your statement. / Jeffrey: Ignorance is bliss. / Pontus Madsen: Yes, it's what he harness to make ikea furniture.
Web Design for Maniacs {{Web Design for Maniacs}} / {{Package X is a plane ticket to Peru, a pair of night vision goggles, a cocktail dress, and an ice pick}} / {{Package F has midi, embedded flash, blink tag, embedded quicktime, and javascript all at the same time with a free counter}} / [[Store front: Paranormal Angel Web Designz]] / [[Jeffrey is wearing a beige jacket with light blue shirt and a suave brown hat. He is smiling rather slyly]] / Jeffrey: How can I help you? / [[Baby is wearing a weird dress; her hair is messy and she has spots on her face, she is clasping her hands together on her chest]] / Baby: A magical angel tole me that Obama's birth certificate is fake on account of he's a helf-extra-t'restrial lizard man! Also we humans is all three-dimensional beings of light energy trapped inside a seven-dimensional universe! / Jeffrey: And you need a website to warn everyone? / Baby: Yeh! How did you know? / Jeffrey: Let me show you our packages. / [[Jeffrey and Baby make eye contact and smile]] / Jeffrey: Package A is a single-page wall of 18-point, Times New Roman text with your choice of heavily-pixelated background image. / Baby: What's Package B? / Jeffrey: Bold and italics. / [[Close-up of Jeffrey]] / Jeffrey: Package C includes up to five animated gifs, plus scrolling text. / $100. / [[Baby looks are the pamphlet she's holding]] / Baby: What's Pacakge D? / Jeffrey: Animated backgrounds. We're havin' a special on Package D right now.
Stop Doing That Jeffrey: Man I wish I had more spare time... What do people do when they have spare time anyway? / Tallahassee: Fight... run around trying to figure out who to fuck... Eat... watch TV... / Weedmaster P: Some people intentionally mutilate their own genitals and post pictures of it on the internet / Jeffrey: So I choose to work long hours... Not because it is easy, or hard... Not because I want to get rich off this insane, tiny empire of webcomics merch... But because I don't want to be an internet-genital-mutilating person.
Autobiographies Weedmaster P: What are you doing, dick hat / Jeffrey: Workin' on the title for my autobiography, "Yee Haw! An exercise in complete unpreparedness." / [[Weedmaster P holds up a poorly bound book that reads "Domo Ari Fuckyou: a guide to not getting stabbed in the face by me"]] / Weedmaster P: I just finished my autobiography. It's aimed at weird little guys that like Japan a little too much. Read it. / Weedmaster P: But don't touch it with your hands. / [[Jeffrey Reads: "Chapter 0: The ancient Sumerians had 600 words to describe how much you suck >:P."]] / Jeffrey: Weedmaster P, this is just a really long post you copied from a message board about Honda Civics! / Weedmaster P: That's how ol' Salinger started / {{title text: Weedmaster P sees a Honda Civic with wheels that cost the driver two months pay and he goes blind with rage.}}
 
The Bedside Manner of Vermont Pete {{The Bedside Manner of Vermont Pete}} / {{All of Dr. Vermont Pete's patient's would believe he slept with their mothers for a full moment before he told them they had Sudden Death Syndrome}} / {{Vermont Pete knows how to soften a blow}} / [[Jeffrey clasps his hands, addressing Vermont Pete; Vermont Pete looks down a this beer]] / Jeffrey: Vermont Pete, do you think this dang old economical stimulus package is gonna be enough to get us out of this big 'ol mess? / [[Vermont Pete holds up his beer a little bit]] / Vermont Pete: I stimulated your mom's package last night. / [[Jeffrey looks down at his hands, Vermont Pete just looks down]] / Vermont Pete: There is no way it will be enough.
Eggnoggurated {{Eggnoggurated}} / {{Maybe now we can get back to freaking out about IMPORTANT stuff}} / {{In the unabridged version of this comic, Osama bin Laden gay marries Saddam Hussein and the detonates the nuke}} / [[Obama being sworn in as president with his right hand help up]] / Obama: ...the Constitution of the United States of America. So help me... / [[Obama starts pulling off his face]] / Obama: ... TERROR! / Someone: HUH? / [[Osama bin Laden holds the Obama mask and a detonator]] / Someone: GASP! OSAMA BIN LADEN! / [[bin Laden spreads his arms and laughs as an explosion happens behind him]] / Osama bin Laden: MWAA HAA HAA / [[Jeffrey wakes up in bed, Joanna lying on his cover]] / Jeffrey: GASP! / [[Close-up of Jeffrey looking relieved]] / Jeffrey: PHEW!.. It was only a dream... / [[Jeffrey grabs his head; Joanna holds up a newspaper which reads: Gazele-Observer, Everything still totally fucked, Existence finite, Everything you love will die, Oh shit man what are we go...]] / Someone: OR WAS IT?! / Jeffrey: AUUUUUGH
Break for New Office {{Break for New Office}} / {{Tomorrow: Arguing about windows}} / {{The new office. Like the old office, but two times bigger}} / [[A photo of the new offices, Joanna is giant and sitting on the floor. There is a dry-erase board and a tiny scooter thing]]
A New TopatoCo Client {{A New TopatoCo Client}} / {{TopatoCo's employee manual is just an army manual with unicorn stickers on it}} / {{Andrew W.K. has 170 t-shirts on}} / [[Deathmole Jacques and the Enforcetress approach Tallahassee and Jeffrey from behind- Tallahassee and Jeffrey are splattered with paint]] / Meanwhile in 2009 / Deathmole Jacques: Hey Jeffrey do you guys wanna take over doin' T-shirts for us? / Jeffrey: Sure thing, Deathmole Jacques! TopatoCo will happily service all of Questionable Content's T-shirt selling needs! / [[]] / Deathmole Jacques: Right on, here's the keys to our office. Me an the Enforcetress are gonna take off for a couple days so you can set up! / The Enforcetress: RUN. / [[Close-up of Jeffrey entering the office]] / Jeffrey: How bad can it be? / Oh... OH GOD / [[Amid a giant pile of t-shirts lie Andrew W.K., wearing several t-shirts. Also, there is an elephant in the pile]] / Andrew W.K.: *Hello Kitty face*
Title: Pretty Nice Haircut {{Title: Pretty Nice Haircut}} / [[Jeffrey Rowland is dreaming, the God of the Internet looms over him]] / The God of the Internet: J3FFR3Y R0WL4ANDZ / Jeffrey Rowland: Gasp! The God of the Internet! / The God of the Internet: U N33D A H4IRCUT / Jeffrey Rowland: I know... / [[Jeffrey is getting a haircut]] / Narrator: SOON / [[The haircut is finished, Jeffrey is thinking to himself]] / Jeffrey Rowland: This is the absolute best that this person thinks I am capable of looking. / [[Jeffrey sits alone in the hairdresser's chair, looking melancholy]] / {{title text: IT'S BAD WHEN PERVERTED DEITIES HAVE TO STEP IN BECAUSE YOU'RE CHOKING ON YOUR OWN HAIR WHEN YOU SLEEP BUT YOU DON'T CAREP (sic)}} / {{alt-text: That was the longest my hair ever was, except for when I was twelve and had a rat tail that could almost touch my butt crack.}}
 

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