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The Unfreezening [[Paperklip is holding a pair of brightly colored shorts that say "RAD" and a device with buttons and a wire.]] / Paperklip: Unthawment achieved! Quick, Tallahassee, put these on him! / Tallahassee: But... they're... jams... / Paperklip: Just pretend he's a baby! / Paperklip: Now nobody make any sudden movements or noises so he doesn't flip out and kill us. Also he's probably still kinda frozen in the middle-- / [[Weedmaster P bursts in waving a gun]] / Weedmaster P: WHAT / <> / [[The unthawed man, wearing the jams, is running away, leaving a cartoon-style hole in the wall shaped like his outline]] / Man: Waaah. Waahh. / [[Jeffrey is poking at a thing on the floor with a pen]] / Weedmaster P: WHAT'S THAT? / Jeffrey: It's a poopsicle! / {{Title: The Unfreezening}} / {{Subtitle: Paperklip assumed Tallahassee would be more opposed to dressing a strange grown man than the style of the shorts}} / {{Alt text: Weedmaster P takes a proactive approach to the Mondays}}
Finding the Caveman Jeffrey: I made a flyer to help find out missing unfrozen caveman funployee. / [[He's holding up a flyer which says (sic): / Mising / are "friend" / * No English / * Scarred of guns / "REWARD"]] / Weedmaster P: WHAT ARE WE GONNA BE LIKE "UH EXCUSE ME MA'AM HAVE YOU BY CHANCE SEEN A HALF NAKED UNFROZEN CAVEMAN RUNNING AROUND THAT IS TERRIFIED OF GUN FIRE OH AND ALSO HE SHITS ICE" / Paperklip [[off-panel]]: I found him! / Unfrozen Caveman: ain gon got durn ain got git gall sum far tar far / Paperklip: He's... he's trying to talk! / Jeffrey: That language... It sounds familiar... / {{Caption: That night...}} / [[Jeffrey is studying a book in a library]] / [[Still reading.]] / [[A (compact fluorescent) light bulb goes off]] / Jeffrey: *GASP* / Jeffrey: It's Oklahomish! / {{Title: Finding the Caveman}} / {{Subtitle: Oklahomish is primarily used to tell racist jokes, describe trucks, and react to gunfire}} / {{Alt text: 'Other Languages for Unethical Degenerates'}}
Funployee Wolfman Jeffrey: Guys, that unfrozen caveman isn't a caveman at all! he's an Oklaho-man! / Paperklip: We know, Jeffrey! He's Oklahoma cartoonin' boy KC "Wolfman" Green! He just had hibernation sickness. / Jeffrey: Wait, then why was he frozen underneath your backyard? / Paperklip: He says he was digging a hole to hell and got lost. / Jeffrey: Why? / KC Green: I was in Oklahoma. / Jeffrey: Can we keep him? / Paperklip: We have to. Since I'm the one who unfroze him, I'm legally his mother! / Jeffrey: GASP! / {{Title: Funployee Wolfman}} / {{Sub-title: The adventures of an adult wolfman and his sassy black momma, coming next week to ABC}} / {{Alt text: KC Green was bitten by a wolf-man's vampire tooth and turned into a twilight}}
The Night of the Wolf-Man Jeffrey: Hey KC, what does 'KC' even stand for? / KC: "Wolf-man." / Jeffrey: But - / KC: Wolf-man language. / Jeffrey: So tell me, Wolfman Green, do you have any special skills or powers? / KC: I invented Dick-butt. Also I turn into a wolf-man when there's a full moon. / Jeffrey: Oh, like on "Twilight?" / KC: Nah, that's a mean wolf-man. I'm all laid back. / Jeffrey: Do you wear sunglasses when you become a wolf-man? / [[KC looks at his watch]] / KC: Guess we'll find out Saturday night! / Jeffrey [[thinking]]: Holy crap he thinks he can predict when there's gonna be a full moon! / {{Title: The night of the Wolf-man}} / {{Sub-title: I'm sort of imagining if a werewolf were a mascot for a snack chip but I'm rarely right}} / {{Alt text: I was taught that only evil-doers could predict the coming of a full moon but then I went to public school in the mid-friggin-West}}
Free Market Weedmaster P: WHAT'S THE MATTER BUTT-HOLE ASS / Jeffrey: It's this dang financial crisis! I've tried everything but I just can't seem to lick it! / Weedmaster P: HAVE YOU TRIED JUST LETTING EVERYONE DO WHATEVER THEY WANT / Jeffrey: I thought about that but then I remembered what huge assholes people are, especially rich ones. / Weedmaster P: HAVE YOU TRIED GIVING IT A SHOT / [[SOON]] / Jeffrey: Weedmaster P, you can't put a drive-through brothel that also sells grenades and dog and cat meat next to a kindergarten! / Weedmaster P: ASK ME HOW I GOT THE LAND SO CHEAP / Jeffrey: How? / Weedmaster P: IT USED TO BE A CEMETARY
 
Deathmole Signing Party Jeffrey: Hey Deathmole Jacques, what're you drawin'? / Deathmole Jacques: Doin' sketches in my new book! / Jeffrey: Wow, that picture is so dirty! I feel wierd lookin' at it... like I did on 9/11... ush that makes shitting dicknipples seem like muppet babies! / Deathmole Jacques: Dirty stuff's easy. What's tricky is scary! / Jeffrey: oh man / Jeffrey: EEEEK!! NO, STOP! / Deathmole Jacques: But that's just its butt, I haven't even-- / Jeffrey: AUGH / {{caption: Deathmole Jaques once drew a picture that was so dirty that teh police had to burn it but it wouldn't burn}} / {{mouse-over: Scary and sexy are in the same part of the brain as the throw-up valve.}}
My Degenerate Days Are Over Jeffrey;Aw yeah we gonna get all crunk and rowdy tonight! Gonna shoot fireworks at cops! / Joanna;Jeffrey its time to face facts. You?re not an ornery degenerate anymore. / Joanna;You give money to causes. You?re the CEO of a kinda succesful company. You have health insurance. You have got -- / Jeffrey;Don?t say it! / Joanna;... good credit. / Jeffrey; We?ll show themwe?re still degenerate party animals, won?t we Joanna? We?ll show em right ... right after ... right after we get pedicures, eww!
It Gets Better Jeffrey: Weedmaster P, where have you been all day? Also, why are you an old-ass man, now? / Weedmaster P: I BEEN TRAVELIN THROUGH TIME TRYIN TO FIGURE OUT IF IT EVER GETS BETTER / Jeffrey: Does it? / Weedmaster P: OLDEN TIMES JUST GET MORE AWFUL EVERY YEAR YOU GO BACK. SO I WENT FORWARD AND STOPPED EVERY 10 YEARS OR SO TO SEE HOW THINGS WAS GOIN -- ALL THE WAY TO THE YEAR 40,000. / Jeffrey: Well does it get better? / Weedmaster P: NOPE THE TIME WE'RE IN RIGHT NOW IS THE BEST IT EVER GETS / Paperklip: You've gotta be shitting me! / Jeffrey: You lie!
Back and Forth [[Old Weedmaster P walking away from Jeffery]] / Old Weedmaster P: Welp I'll be dead soon so bye. / Jeffery: Where...or *when* are you going, old Weedmaster P? / [[Old Weedmaster P in a wide head shot.]] / Old Weedmaster P: Gonna go find a young version of me and switch out / [[Weedmaster P shows up behind Jeffery as Jeffery scratches his head]] / Weedmaster P: Hey dick nerd what are you scratchin your head for Do you think it's your butt. / [[Jeffery turns to Weedmaster P]] / Jeffery: Young weedmaster P! Tell me what happened to you just now! / Weedmaster P: Just like every day some old man touched me and everything turned white. / Jeffery: Every *day*? / Weedmaster P: Sometimes four or five times a day / Weedmaster P: why / Weedmaster P: What smells like burning DNA / {{alt tag: ONE TIME WEEDMASTER P GOT HIT UP A HUNDRED TIMES AND HE JUST PASSED OUT / Caption: ONE TIME TWENTY TIMES A DAY BUT FOR FIVE SECONDS THE SUN WENT OUT}}
America Votes Jeffrey: Ugh, voting is so inconvenient. / Tallahassee: I know, right? Going to a place to do a thing is so... primitive! / Jeffrey: Maybe someday we can vote by telegraph... or like, fax our votes in. / Tallahassee: Ha ha, faxing! I totally forgot that people used to "fax" things with "fax machines". / Jeffrey: I wish it was like the olden days when God made all these decisions for us! / YHWH: Heh heh, yeah, no you don't.
 
Webcomics Weekend 2 Part One Slap me if you heard this one. A bartender, a hamburger, and a fax machine walk into a bar... / Wouldn't the bartender already be there? / What's a "fax machine" / It's his day off! he works at a different bar, and... / Uh guys, webcomics weekend is in, like, two days... / Oh crap. / [[running]] / [[A bottle labeled "Cyanide pills do not take"]] / Empty?
Webcomics Weekend 2 Guest Comic {{Webcomics Weekend 2 Guest Comic}} / <> / Jeffrey: Yello? / Barack Obama [[Over the phone]]: Kerry Edwards? / Jeffrey: God dammit. / Jeffrey: I don't have much time Mister President, I've got to deal with the weekend of webcomics... Webcomics Weekend. / Barack Obama: Jeffrey, look. As secret inside President, you have certain responsibilities you can't avoid. You will have to do both. / Jeffrey: <> I suppose I can say I disappeared to go "get more t-shirts". / Barack Obama: Yes, yes, the usual excuse will do fine. Now - we'll need you to execute another "celebrifice" maneuver. Your instructions will be waiting on the jet. / Jeffrey [[thinking]]: I had better not miss any sexy-times because of this...
NEWW 2010 Jam Comic [[Title Banner: CLAM PATROL, Scene: Clam wearing cop hat, cop glasses, and cop 'stache.]] / Clam: Freeze! / [[Clam looking small and sad]] / {{from out of frame}} Lieutenant: YOU'RE OFF THE FORCE. / [[Lieutenant looking down and clam over desk]] / Lieutenant: We've just had too many problems... / [[Lieutenant remembers kissing the clam, and sheds a single tear]] / <> / [[Clam appears to be young, and flying, ...1951... floats overhead]] / {{thought bubble}} Clam: I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW FUCKING RACIST I AM. / [[Uncle Sam give young clam a deed.]] / Uncle Sam: HERE'S A FREE HOUSE SON. / Clam: GRACIAS / [[Banner reads ELECTION DA, below, clam is strolling stage right.]] / [[Ballot read "DEFINITELY NOT A BLACK CLAM" and "EVERYONE DOESN'T DIE" box next to def. not is marked.]] / [[Clam at graveyard, scene labeled "THE FUTURE..."]] / Clam: HA HA EVERYONE IS DEAD / [[Sunglasses on the ground, lonely mountains in the background]] / [[Flying penis wearing shades.]] / {{Image tag: I'm honestly surprised that there aren't more dongs in ancient hieroglyphs. Caption: The moral to this story is racism doesn't pay, also every jam comic will eventually have flying dongs in it}}
Guest Comic by the Return of Hajra Helac Hey dickass / Hi / Oh yippeekaiyay / I'm so sexy / Medvedevedev!!!!!! / Oh no
Business Man [[Jeffrey sits at a computer while Weedmaster P makes hand gestures similar to Lady Gaga's "creeper" gesture]] / Weedmaster P: HEY DICKHOLE REMEMBER BACK BEFORE YOU WAS AN EXECUTIVE E-COMMERCE ASSHOLE AND SOMETIMES YOU WOULD MAKE CARTOONING STRIPS / Jeffrey: No. / [[Jeffrey sits in his chair facing Weedmaster P]] / Jeffrey: That part of me is dead, Weedmaster P. I am all businessman now. No more fun and childishness. Only business. / [[Weedmaster P begins to turn translucent]] / Weedmaster P: I HOPE YOU'RE KIDDING 'CAUSE I KIND OF NEED THAT PART OF YOU SO I CAN EXIST / Jeffrey: I am! I'm gonna make some comics right after I vertically synergize some of these dynamic social networking workflow paradigm solutions. / {{Caption: WEEDMASTER P FORGOT HOW TO DO FINGER QUOTES SO HE JUST DOES THAT LADY GAGA CREEPER THING}} / {{Title Text: Business-Man was bitten by a radioactive businessman and now he can facilitate tactical value-added user-centric enterprises like, super fast.}}
 
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Guest Comic by KC Green [[TOPATOCO EMPLOYEE STORIES]] / KC: John, quit being a baby and saw my head off. / John: Uuhh I dunno about this, man... / Jeffrey: HEY! / Jeffrey: NOT. ON. THE. PRODUCT. / [[OUTSIDE. KC's head has been sawed off.]] / Jeffrey: Okay, now take him to the hospital.
Wolfman and Lucid Title: THE WONDERFUL ADVENTURES OF / WOLFMAN GREEN & LUCID JOHN / Wolfman Green: How the hell do you ship all this crap together? / Lucid John: Baby casket. Then fill the voids with memory foam pillows. / Jeffery: NO you damn asses that weighs fifty times more than the crap itself. Tape a buncha scrap cardboard together exactly like that! / [[Cardboard mess reads DO NOT BEND]] / Wolfman Green: Fuck it, I'll just drive it over. / Lucid John: Where's it going? / Wolfman Green: East... Estonia? Is that far? / Lucid John: Depends on the scale. / Wolfman Green: I don't know where nuthin' is 'cuz I'm from Oklahoma. / {{title text: Green and Keogh, Wizard Lawyers on Horseback, like Law and Order but with terrifying ghosts.}} / {{under text: IN OKLAHOMA SCHOOL THEY JUST TELL YOU ABOUT AMERICA AND IF YOU WANNA KNOW ANYTHING ELSE YOU CAN WATCH TV}}
The Transformation Part One KC: Where are we going? Are you gonna kill me? Is this work-related? / Jeffrey: I clocked you in before we left. / KC: So where are we going? / Jeffrey: You're a Wolf-Man isn't that right? / KC: Well yeah, but -- / Jeffrey: We're going to find Bigfoot. / KC: But there's no such a thing as a Bigfoot? / Jeffrey: Some might say there's no such thing as a Wolf-Man! / KC: Idiots. / Jeffrey: And still others who'd say there's no such thing as a ... WereBigfoot! / KC: Ha, what?
 
The Transformation Part Two Redshirt: There's Bigfoot's shed! Stay Calm, I'm gonna make a Bigfoot fight call, and when he runs out you bit him with your Wolf-Man tooth right before he kills you. Got it? / Greenshirt: ... / Redshirt: PIKA! PIKA! PIKA! / Greenshirt: Call it a hunch but I got a bad feelin' about this / [Bigfoot appears, with "BF" monogrammed nightcap.] / [Bigfoot and Green shirt eye each other.] / Redshirt (from up in tree): Bite him! Bite him with your Wolf-Man tooth! / [[TO BE CONTINUED ON THE NEXT FULL MOON]
Thanks'gibbing 2010 [[We are looking over Jeffrey and Tallahassee's shoulders as they peer over a wall at a stunningly dope America-embodying sports car. They are dressed as pilgrims.]] / Jeffrey: God dang look at that ride! How sick-lookin' is that ride? / Tallahassee: I wish we had us a ride that was as sick-lookin' as that one. / [[Baby and Weedmaster P., in leather native garb, approach the beautiful Americar, tossing keys between them.]] / Jeffrey: Look at them jerks that own it! They don't deserve it. They ain't as good as us! Why I think god himself wants us to have that ride. / [[Jeffrey wields a pistol and smiles malignantly.]] / Tallahassee: Maybe they'll let us have it if we give 'em some beads, or like... some promises? / Jeffrey: Well if they don't we always got one of these! / {{Soon}} / <> / [[The luscious flagmobile peels out, leaving two mopey natives in its wake.]] / Jeffrey: Thanks! / [[Inside the car, a dreamcatcher hangs from the rearview mirror.]] / Jeffrey: What is that crap? / [[Jeffrey reaches for the feathered symbol of pre-Columbian religion.]] / Jeffrey: I'm throwin' it out! / Tallahassee: No! Wait! Maybe we can sell it! / {{Thanks for figuring out fire, cave people.}} / {{This comic symbolizes the blatant exploitation of St. Patrick's day.}} adding the word Thanksgiving for search
Cyber Monday 2010 Paperklip: Can we shut down the store for like one hour? Just one hour. / Jeff: Not today! Today's Cyber Monday! Strap on your Cybergoggles, we're fix in' to datalink our interfaces into some e-savings! / Weedmaster P: I'M INITIATING A MASSIVE DDOS ATTACK AGAINST HIGH PRICES / Jeff: Nice work! "Cyber Monday" was invented by the same bullshit marketing people that made up "Black Friday"! / Tallahassee: Augh the encryption on this value mainframe is too encrypty! I'm crashing and burning! / Jeff: CRASH OVERRIDE! The coupon code is SHIT-NOBODY-NEEDS
Understanding Wikileaks [[Weedmaster P is reading from a handheld device, standing next to Jeffrey, who is lying in a sad puddle in the floor. Joanna peeks out from the bottom right corner.]] / Weedmaster P: MAN I BEEN CONCENTRATING AS / HARD AS I CAN BUT I CAN'T / FIGURE OUT WHAT WIKILEAKS / IS DOES IT MEAN LIKE / GOING TO THE BATHROOM IN / HAWAII / Jeffrey: No, man! / Wikileaks gives / you straight up / evidence that / everyone that / runs the world / is a complete / asshole. / [[Weedmaster P looks up from his handheld device, while Jeffrey rises to a sitting position.]] / Weedmaster P: BUT I THOUGHT THAT WAS / WHAT NEWS WAS FOR / Jeffrey: News is for missing / white girls and for / knowing which celeb- / rities to follow on the Twitter. You / know, stuff folks / can relate to. / [[Jeffrey leaps up and runs towards adventure, gripping a generic bottle of what is likely booze of some type. Weedmaster P looks concerned, and is trotting after Jeffrey.]] / Weedmaster P: HOLY TURDS EVERYONE IN / CHARGE OF ANYTHING IS A / SLIMEBALL DOUCHEBAG / ASS-DEEP IN A DICK- / PISSING CONTEST / Jeffrey: Hurry! We've much / work to do in order / to be considered / terrible by their standards!
Minotaurs Baby: Jeffrey is there such a things as minotaurs? / Weedmaster P: I MEAN WOLFMANS ARE REAL SO / Jeffrey, lying on floor: What's a minotaur? A dude with a cow head? Well I sure don't see why not. / Weedmaster P, surprised: WAIT FOR REALS BECAUSE THAT'S MY ULTIMATE FEAR / Jeffrey, sitting up: I'm sure it's just a matter of gettin' bit by a radioactive cow or somethin'. That's how these things work. / Baby, indignant: I heard on th' news that th' guv'mint is payin' minotaurs millions jus' ta creep around in labby-rinffs! / [[Weedmaster P is standing in a field with an open microwave on the ground next to him]] / [[He is spreading Cow Food Paste on his arm]] / Weedmaster P: HERE COWS / {{Baby didn't hear it right, the news actually said "Senators"}} / {{Title text: Minotaurs is easy, now Centaurs... makin' a Centaur can get complicated.}}
 
A Terrible Mistake Part One Jeffrey: Hey, where's Weedmaster P? He didn't actually try to become a minotaur did he? / Baby: Of course he did, Jeffrey! Everyone always does what you tell them to do! / <> / [[Weedmaster P, in minotaur form, slides onto the screen]] / Weedmaster P: I've made a terrible mistake / {{caption: Weedmaster P is a man who's made some *pretty terrible* mistakes but never one this serious}} / {{mouse-over: You're supposed to get bitten by a BOY cow, Weedmaster P!!!}}
Three Weeks Later Narrator: THREE WEEKS LATER... / Jeffrey: I can't believe Weedmaster P's being turned into a horrible minotaur turned out to be the only way the tattered remains of Christmas could be saved! / Weedmaster P: I can't believe I only got one wish left / Tallahassee: I don't understand why Christmas is the only holiday that's constantly in some dire state of peril. / Jeffrey: Maybe 'cause it's the only one that ain't directly about death or violence? / Weedmaster P: What have I done / Jesus: Uh, dying is pretty much my main thing... that I died and you meet me when you die. / Santa: I died almost four hundred years ago / {{caption: You probably shouldn't put that in your lap, minotaur Weedmaster P}} / {{mouse-over: The good news: we saved Christmas. The bad news: almost everybody died.}}
Weedmaster P's Final Wish Jeffrey: Dang it, Weedmaster P, how come you're still a minotaur? Why didn't you use your last wish to un-become a minotaur? / Weedmaster P: Man you know how this kinda thing is. If I'da wished for that I'da got turned into a duck-man or something / Jeffrey: Well why didn't you wish to be regular Weedmaster P again? / Weedmaster P: 'Cause then I'da got turned into little baby me or old-ass man fixin' to die me / Jeffrey: Fair enough. / Jeffrey: Well what did you wish for? / Weedmaster P: Let's just say that something bad that happened a few years ago didn't happen and now everything's kind different / Jeffrey: Did you wish for Kid Rock to decide not to become a terrorist? / Weedmaster P: How did you I mean I can't say / {{caption: In the universe where Kid Rock went on and decided to become a terrorist his music was a lot better}} / {{mouse-over: That's part of why Kid Rock acts like he does, either that or he is very lonely --OR-- he wished I hadn't died when I almost did.}}
Summer 2008 Jeffrey: What's that, Joanna? It's almost 2011? Oh crap we gotta start gettin' ready for Groundhog's Day! / Weedmaster P: What are you even talking about it's still 2008 according to my swatch / Jeffrey: Weedmaster P, stop trying to be "cool" by pretending to not know what "mainstream" things are. / Weedmaster P: No seriously I just thought it was a really long year / Weedmaster P: Also isn't it summer / Jeffrey: It's cold and there is snow on the ground. It doesn't snow in summer yet. / Weedmaster P: So 2011 that's where the Mayan calendar blows up all the computers right / Jeffrey: Stop it. Being ignorant doesn't make you a "cool guy". / Weedmaster P: What I don't / Tallahassee: Let's just go to the party. If he thinks it's still summer 2008 let's just leave him. / Jeffrey: Grr! / Narrator: YEARS LATER... / [[[Old, grey-haired Weedmaster P sits in a quarantine area wearing a 2008 t-shirt]]
Undercompensating [[Baby holds a baby while Jeffrey leans over a desk]] / Tallahassee: What's all the screaming in here? / Jeffrey: It's got too hard to make Overcompensating comics! It's all a sack of lies! / Baby: You woke up the baby! / Jeffrey: I'm sick of having to make up stuff just so it doesn't seem like I'm just bragging about how great my life is! / Weedmaster P: Back when you started this thing you was just some drunk scumbag hillbilly wallerin' around in a puddle of pig shit / Jeffrey: Now I'm this big-shot executive CEO! / Jeffrey: Also since when do you have a baby? / Baby: I can't... remember... / {{caption: Where'd that baby come from! Somebody check Craigslist and see if anybody lost a baby}} / {{mouse-over: Why do I feel weird about breaking the fourth wall in a 'journal' comic}}
 

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