Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith for June 29, 2016
From Hell's heart I stab at thee! For hate's sake, I Dude. Last time we met, you tried to harpoon me so you could use my brain-goo to make candles. Aye, and a variety of cosmetic products. And you hunted down and murdered thousands of my friends. Aye, and eight parts of them. Then I ate part of your leg, and you're the one with the revenge fantasy?! Well... The stump does get pretty itchy at times. And I can't run anymore. There is a woe that is madness! Shut up you drama queen!