the Alien religion is complicated and revolves around the messianic figure of The Clooney, whose handsomeness, legend tells, caused the universe to spring into being
That commentary is amazing, ’cause Sal clocked a ham while talking about measuring time in sandwiches which might also have contained ham. She gave him a knuckle sandwich, or I daresay, a kblam sandwich. This is now one of my favorites.
(That, and it’s kinda cool she thought ahead about this possibility coming up and staked out the place in preparation.)
Now I’m imagining either Sal swimming down there three months ago with a waterproof sack holding hundreds of sandwiches, or some sort of delivery porpoise bringing her a fresh meal every day. I can’t decide which mental image I like better.
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the Alien religion is complicated and revolves around the messianic figure of The Clooney, whose handsomeness, legend tells, caused the universe to spring into being
Nah, he just bought the universe with his bat credit card.
Seems like a pretty unreliable way of measuring time. I guess that explains why this strip was late.
Perhaps Willis ran out of sandwiches?
Originally posted:
May 9, 2002
I wonder how many sandwiches equals a day.
Assuming a standard diet, it would be three.
Three sandwiches a day is not a standard diet.
Man, that last line really stands out as one of the single greatest lines in the whole comic. Always loved it.
For me, it’s “Sweet Clooney”!
It’s more like half past turkey.
Seems like a reasonable unit of time measurement.
Ah yes, there’s the resemblance to Walky.
KBLAM! WHERE CARTOONS AND COMICS COLLIDE
That commentary is amazing, ’cause Sal clocked a ham while talking about measuring time in sandwiches which might also have contained ham. She gave him a knuckle sandwich, or I daresay, a kblam sandwich. This is now one of my favorites.
(That, and it’s kinda cool she thought ahead about this possibility coming up and staked out the place in preparation.)
Seriously though, has she been sitting around in the underwater ruins of the Martian Embassy for the last 3 months?!
Now I’m imagining either Sal swimming down there three months ago with a waterproof sack holding hundreds of sandwiches, or some sort of delivery porpoise bringing her a fresh meal every day. I can’t decide which mental image I like better.
Maybe she just kept resurrecting the same sandwich.
By “resurrect” do you mean regurgutating? ‘Cuz yuck.
Walkertons are unclean animals who chew the cud, so you only bring two.
It’s always ham o’clock where Head Alien is involved.
He is an endless barrel of ham!
That’s a very Walky answer from her right there.
no matter how engrossed you are in an activity, eventually you’ll have to eat, sleep, or poop. http://www.giantitp.com/comics/oots0499.html
So how many sandwiches did she wait?
I love this strip. Sal measuring time (months?) in sandwiches, to punch the Head Alien. She was always so mission-focused, so badass…
In retrospect, certifiably insane. Jesus, lady, find something better to do.
This strip absolutely rocks.
That’s really all I have to say about this one.