My wife thinks this comic stinks. It probably does. To that I say, "Too late! It's drawn. I'm posting it anyway...."
I made this comic in reflection of my last comic. I thought it was amusing that this chicken character kept repeating on me like a bad bucket from KFC. I didn't set out to make a comic strip about chickens. It just happened. Like all the other comics I've drawn, I get the idea by staring into the abyss of my mind and waiting to see what comes out. Sometimes it's gold. Sometimes it's a chicken. Then I thought, "It's a good thing I don't do this for a living."
Ready your stones and rotten produce as I post and run! (It's times like these that I'm thankful only 13 people read this strip.) Enjoy.