Please do not blame me for the terrible comic titles. They are entirely the invention of Manfried, as I am terrible at coming up with names.

Also, no, no Manfried is not missing out. But he did at least admit that the fact that I put up with his horrible sleep-farts means he has no right to bitch about me eating beets.

Comic tonight is kinda quick and dirty. I was sick, baby is sick, and I’m honestly surprised I made a comic at all instead of crapping out and moping on the couch about being sick. Maybe beets are to me making comics as spinach is to Popeye punching things. Which sounds awesome.