"Hey Rikk, how would you like to do a set of guest strips to run the week after Comic-Con? My readers are all big fans of your work. You could do... I don't know, maybe some scrawly drawings of Skull Panda eating puppies. Or guppies? I don't know. You're the expert at that kind of thing! I'm sure everyone will love it!"
Please. I had never been so insulted. It was an affront to both the range and the depth of my enviable portfolio! Not that I expected any more from the author of Sam and Fuzzy.
But no matter. I accepted his offer all the same. For the next week, you will be treated to a sampling of my creative output at its most profound, and its most diverse. You will learn to appreciate my genius in all of its many forms. For the next week, this creative wasteland will be transformed into Rikk Estoban 101. Class is now in session.
And what better way to begin than with today's intensely personal work of genius. This comic was crafted at a time when my tragically pained life was even more pained than usual. Sometimes it takes more than an axe and a busload of strangers to work through your anger.
A new comic will be put on display every day this week. Please return tomorrow, or you will undoubtably live to regret it.