My take on the “trying to get out of a deadly situation through cleverous talkery” story, and a parable on the dangerous assumption of stupidity based on Shrek/Abomination-hybrid-like appearance and choice of toga diaper.
I actually went a few different ways on the execution in my attempts to write a strip with this art, so in lieu of extended commentary, I’ll present the other two directions I considered:
ALTERNATE STRIP ONE:
CREATURE: Crush you with rock!
OFF-PANEL GUY: Now calm down, sir. Let’s talk this out.
CREATURE: Talk dumb! Talk, you still here! Crush, you all gone!
OFF-PANEL GUY: A valid point. But in a civilized society, we can work out our difficulties through a polite discourse. Now, why do you want to crush me with that rock?
CREATURE: Because crush rock with you no work! Duh!
OFF-PANEL GUY: And thus am I crushed so heartily in this logical debate that it renders the impending physical crushing practically redundant.
I liked the idea here but this didn’t feel like a good ending, and the off-panel guy was entirely too smarmy to the end. Hence I tried the following:
ALTERNATE STRIP TWO:
I went as far as doing the art for this one! Clicky!
I almost posted this one, but came up with this third take and found it somewhat more chuckleworthy, so up it went.
MRS. SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT OF TODAY’S STRIP: I really don’t want to know that guy.