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This is actually an older drawing, for a SWO meme sometime back, and ain't one of the best... but I just want to shoot some life into my FA account. I runnin low on ego strokes. The backstory goes...
Zippy saw this bag o' Krumpey Donuts, just laying there, no-one around and just oozing with Choco-goodness! Instantly, choco-craze takes over common sense, and well, you guessed it.
After dancing around in Pain! for about 10 minutes, Zippy, having realized no one was going to help him, dragged his sorry a- a- arm to the toolroom where he located the Blue Wrench torch. *Eyes light up* Awright! *Looks it over...* Dangit! No Acetylene! Crossing over to the other shop bay, locates a fresh tank... (don't forget, Zip still has a 13 pound iron trap-jaw on his right paw, and he's still hungry for DO-Nut) In agony, he drags the heavy tank back to the first shop bay <i>whytheheckcantthesethingshappeninalowgeeenvironmentfurcrimineysake?</i> He awkwardly exchanges the tank on the torch, sets teh pressure to cut heavy steel very quick and turns the gas on... NOW WHERES THE FARKIN' SPARKY? He Roots around on the workbench and locates the igniter, stares at it with glazed eyes.
As Zip squeezes the igniter, at the last second, one of his five remaining coyote brain-cells fires a warning: NOES! Wait! The Gas is still-
<b>FOOOM!</b>
Final scene: the shop walls are all laying flat outward. There's scrap metal radiating out from what used to be the shop. A naked coyote stands there, with unfocused eyes. A curl of smoke rises from a once floofy tail. The metal trap on his paw is gone, and somehow Zip has kept his best paw intact.
A cell-phone buried in the debris rings a reedy tinkle. Zippy unsteadily wanders to it, punches a nude thumb into the key and hears:
"'Lo, this is Sgt. Smerlsban Roth of the Wilmerding Pol-leece, we just had a 13 pound bear trap land on the windshield of one of our cruisers. It has fragments of your fur on it. Do you mind coming down to the station to explain?"
Zip had had enuff. His eyes rolled back, He fell backward, and fortunately didn't bruise his head too much when it came to rest on a full bag of Krumpey Do-nuts.
Zippy saw this bag o' Krumpey Donuts, just laying there, no-one around and just oozing with Choco-goodness! Instantly, choco-craze takes over common sense, and well, you guessed it.
After dancing around in Pain! for about 10 minutes, Zippy, having realized no one was going to help him, dragged his sorry a- a- arm to the toolroom where he located the Blue Wrench torch. *Eyes light up* Awright! *Looks it over...* Dangit! No Acetylene! Crossing over to the other shop bay, locates a fresh tank... (don't forget, Zip still has a 13 pound iron trap-jaw on his right paw, and he's still hungry for DO-Nut) In agony, he drags the heavy tank back to the first shop bay <i>whytheheckcantthesethingshappeninalowgeeenvironmentfurcrimineysake?</i> He awkwardly exchanges the tank on the torch, sets teh pressure to cut heavy steel very quick and turns the gas on... NOW WHERES THE FARKIN' SPARKY? He Roots around on the workbench and locates the igniter, stares at it with glazed eyes.
As Zip squeezes the igniter, at the last second, one of his five remaining coyote brain-cells fires a warning: NOES! Wait! The Gas is still-
<b>FOOOM!</b>
Final scene: the shop walls are all laying flat outward. There's scrap metal radiating out from what used to be the shop. A naked coyote stands there, with unfocused eyes. A curl of smoke rises from a once floofy tail. The metal trap on his paw is gone, and somehow Zip has kept his best paw intact.
A cell-phone buried in the debris rings a reedy tinkle. Zippy unsteadily wanders to it, punches a nude thumb into the key and hears:
"'Lo, this is Sgt. Smerlsban Roth of the Wilmerding Pol-leece, we just had a 13 pound bear trap land on the windshield of one of our cruisers. It has fragments of your fur on it. Do you mind coming down to the station to explain?"
Zip had had enuff. His eyes rolled back, He fell backward, and fortunately didn't bruise his head too much when it came to rest on a full bag of Krumpey Do-nuts.
Category All / Comics
Species Canine (Other)
Size 459 x 535px
File Size 83.3 kB
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