This comic is about “always believing in yourself” and “never letting anyone tell you who you are”. No wait. That’s not this one. This one – I don’t know what this one’s about.
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You know that TV-show; 24? That show, where you follow counter-terrorist agent Jack Bauer and his battle against terrorism through 24 suspenseful episodes each corresponding to one hour in real life? This comic has nothing to do with that show. Nothing!
Hey goofballs. This is the last Wilford Pjok for a while. I promise he’ll be back. Hopefully soon.
If you’re crazy with rage, because you don’t know who Wilford Pjok is, that’s great. Use that rage-power to read the first seven episodes by clicking this awesome link. It’s ragelicious!
On a sidenote; if you want to buy your children a train, buy them a toy train. Real trains are very expensive and children don’t know how to drive them. Each year more and more people get killed by children who drive into them with outta-control-trains.
Aha! You might wonder if this is some sort of prekwill to earlier installments of Anyone for Rhubarb. Namely this and this. Thinking you got it all figured out. All the while, I’m intentionally misspelling prekwill to throw you waaay off. Not unlike a magician who wants you to look at his right hand, so you don’t notice what the left one is doing. All part of my plan to slowly and steadily brand myself as an enigma wrapped in a riddle. I’m not answering any questions you see. I’m posing them. Is prekwills some sort of deep sea fish for example?
Okay, before you say anything, I know this comic isn’t entirely in compliance with the movie. Luke Skywalker is totally wearing the wrong cloth, Darth Vader never actually says “Luke, I am your father” and the list probably goes on. Stupid list. Still, I hope you get the gist of things.
Great! This comic is loosely based on an untrue story about a left-handed heavy-weight champion kick-boxer from the backwoods, who travels to the big city to become a celebrity dentist to the stars.
Leave a comment below if you also like backwoods kick-boxing.
If upon reading this comic you think to yourself; this comic is getting stranger and stranger by the week, I feel unsafe, the guy who makes it is clearly some kind of super nut – Shame on you! Yes, I know things aren’t exactly getting any less weird. Heck, I guess this weeks comic isn’t even a gag-comic in any traditional sense, with a proper build-up, a punch line at the end and all that la-di-da fancy stuff. But darn it, I’m not a super nut. That’s so hurtful. Sure I wear a tinfoil hat to stop other comic artists from stealing my ideas, but in my book that merely adds to my normalcy, because it’s such a normal thing for anyone to do.