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Classic Aesop’s.
A shiv to the thorax.
As they advanced upon him, tiny knives in hand, the benign smiles never left their faces.
“Hey guys, what are you doing wit… OH GOD NOOOOOOOOO!”
Still they smiled. They never even blinked, just kept on smiling.
I have come across many comics and I can easily say that yours is one of the best up there with Men in Hats.
And nice, Tim, nice.
woww, i wonder where they smith thier tiny knives ….
Probably right next to their tiny pottery workshop.
Mm perhaps the thing I got stuck in my foot was no a shard of glass but mearly an ant knife =o
And to add onto Tim's add-on of the comic,
And the entire time, the only thing that left there mouths was,”Why so serious?”
They kept stabbing him, even after he died.
“Why so serious?”
And then they turned to me.
And they put their knives in my mouth…
But I just swept them off my mouth. F**king ants.
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September 18th, 2007 at 8:41 pm
Classic Aesop’s.
November 28th, 2007 at 1:48 am
A shiv to the thorax.
April 3rd, 2008 at 10:26 pm
As they advanced upon him, tiny knives in hand, the benign smiles never left their faces.
“Hey guys, what are you doing wit… OH GOD NOOOOOOOOO!”
Still they smiled. They never even blinked, just kept on smiling.
June 7th, 2008 at 8:18 am
I have come across many comics and I can easily say that yours is one of the best up there with Men in Hats.
And nice, Tim, nice.
July 27th, 2008 at 12:09 pm
woww, i wonder where they smith thier tiny knives ….
September 20th, 2008 at 11:07 am
Probably right next to their tiny pottery workshop.
November 6th, 2008 at 8:32 pm
Mm perhaps the thing I got stuck in my foot was no a shard of glass but mearly an ant knife =o
December 1st, 2008 at 3:27 am
And to add onto Tim's add-on of the comic,
And the entire time, the only thing that left there mouths was,”Why so serious?”
They kept stabbing him, even after he died.
“Why so serious?”
And then they turned to me.
“Why so serious?”
And they put their knives in my mouth…
“Why so serious?”
But I just swept them off my mouth. F**king ants.