Saturday August 5, 2000
That's right, today, August 5th, is my seventh wedding anniversary (one wedding, seven years). If you'd like to email congratulations to Sandra, feel free: stayler@myrealbox.com. And as always, thanks for reading the strip.
Book 1: The Tub of Happiness
Diplomatic Pouch of Doom

Transcript

Breya:I've got bad news for you ambassador. You aren't a diplomat. You are a bomb.
Ch'vorthq:You are speaking metaphorically, of course.
Breya:No. The doctor analyzed your genetic code. Your Creethling creators built you as a living explosive.
Ch'vorthq:But I was given full diplomatic authority to make peace.
Breya:I think it was just a ruse to get you close to the Golbwerian diplomats.
Schlock:You're a peacemaker, all right. That's Creeth humor for you.
Ch'vorthq:Ooh that makes me mad. Oooh! I'm so mad I could just, just ...
Breya:Er, given your unique metabolism, I think you should avoid that sort of hyperbole for now.
Schlock:I'll be in the escape pod if anyone needs me.
Footnote:That's right, today, August 5th, is my seventh wedding anniversary (one wedding, seven years). If you'd like to email congratulations to Sandra, feel free: (email address ommitted). And as always, thanks for reading the strip.