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2009-04-06: Customs Declaration (contraband)
Urgency
Remember how I was cracking wise about needing a buffer of strips? Today I drew this on the plane on my way home from a delightful but exhausting vacation in Chicago. Here it is.
This comic is in the storyline:
- Variations
A long-running series, maybe the crux of the site. Reader submits a suggestion, and I draw three comics based on that suggestion. Originally all three had to start the same, but it evolved.
Text transcript
Customs Agent: Anything to declare? Rabid: Nnnoooo... Rabid: TAXI!! Rabid: M-my contraband! Space Frog: DELICIOUS Noel: So - before I check the goods, you want to leave with your money? Rabid: Yes, please. Space Frog: YOU'RE ALL UNDER ARREST Rabid: Sigh. Noel: Cripes! Noel: You ate all the evidence so we're FREE! Rabid: And you are in trouble. Space Frog: I DO MY JOB THE ONLY WAY I KNOW HOW