Party Time!
A party just isn’t a par-tey without Admiral Ackbar. Like most celebrities these days, it seems that Admiral Ackbar has a bit of trouble holding his liquor, as Red now knows. That is a pretty big margarita, after all. But what are you going to do? It’s Admiral friggin’ Ackbar.
A more seasoned professional cartoonist would probably cut this comic in half, saving the latter half for another day. But that ain’t how I do. I’ll shoot my whole wad first chance I get. It goes without saying that I’m neither seasoned nor professional. Not that I’m much of a cartoonist, either.
Well, I guess if that asshole who does Rex Morgan M.D. calls himself a cartoonist then I can call myself one too. Hell, if he calls himself a cartoonist I should be able to call myself the damn Lord of Kobol.
On the trivia side, those of you who have had the chance… nay, the honor… of reading my second novel Mac Strikes Back may recognize the particular sound of violence being done, though that’s not to say that Larry Goldfinger (not to be confused with Dr. Lawrence T. Goldfinger) is in any way involved. That reminds me… does anyone know how to make a turtle in Photoshop?
PS: Want to read a comic that’s funnier than mine? Read Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal.
