Yay the shortest strip title ever!
I wrote this one while suffering through a 5 hour delay to board a 45 minute flight. Racked my exhausted brains looking for an angle about orcs, and I saw a juice box sitting on the windowsill where someone had left it. The idea of an orc drinking a juice box was inherently funny to me, so I ended up building the whole strip around that one internal gag.
That’s a new one for my creative process.
apparently, cartoonists, like song writers, find inspiration *everywhere*
Orc tykes are always cutest gnawing on the occasional hobbit’s foot, of course.
(Then they’ll spit out a few hairs and go right back at it, with a vengeance. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.)