Drawing this, it was easy for me to see why Kirby jokes are so popular. They’re quick and easy, it’s all working from the same simple concept, they provide as many laughs as the more complex built-up jokes, and they’re quick and easy. It wouldn’t surprise me if some poor sucker got into comics expecting all of them to be this easy only to get swamped once the real jokes and deadlines kicked in. As if that would ever happen though…
Some of you may remember that Wally doesn’t have the best of luck when ice cream is involved. It sure makes treating his friends and family to treats a big pain. At least you all get to be properly introduced to Nelly the Narwhal, who isn’t as well known as Wally, but she does what she can to live up to the family name.
I don’t live in an apartment next to some middle aged guy. I’m definitely not old enough to get beer binge invitations, at least not legally. And more importantly, there is no Mr. Frederickson. There is a very special person I would like dedicate this to, and I’m sure they know who they are. Here’s to you, the real “Mr. Frederickson” and those who knew him. I do indeed know what it’s like to be surprisingly touched by the loss of someone you barely knew, and I’m sure this wont be the last time. Who knows, maybe it’ll happen again someday, when I’m living in an apartment next to a living breathing Mr. Frederickson, or Mr. Fudd, or Ms. Parr, or some other random surname off the top of my head. It’s also dedicated to everyone else out there who’s been on either part of this sad phenomenon. Here’s to you all.
The world’s sexiest reaper is back, and he even brought Jim with him (ZING). My hubby gets to enjoy another in character cameo and you all get to enjoy a very very old joke from a group of other movie puns that haven’t aged well, except the Grapes of Wrath one, but that one doesn’t make for a very original comic. Everyone’s happy, except for Death of course. No one ever gives the poor guy the recognition he deserves. Not even me.
In case you’re wondering, yes, I do indeed make a habit of referring to milk as cat beer. Nothing beats a cool frothy mug of cat beer. Another thing to address is that, yes, I do call my own cat “Kitty” despite her having an actual name, and yes, I do talk to her like that and even meow sometimes. Hell, I often meow when talking in general. I find it ironic that I do such cutesy things and yet I am constantly jealous of Fruitified me because there’s no way I can ever look that adorable, especially when drunk off of cat beer.
The FIniverse is a wacky world full of lovable characters and creatures and odd logic and continuity that truly makes it my own. I love the little land of imagination that pops out of my head and gets put up for the whole world to see. Then there’s other worlds. Sometimes it’s just as fun messing with other people’s characters and Hedgehogify them with cute oval eyes and simplistic sketchy backgrounds. Seeing as everyone and their Earthbound has made Nintendo jokes, it can be tricky basing entire comics off them like some people, but the occassional video game joke makes it all worth while. It makes me Cooking Mama.
And now we know what really happened. It’s amazing how after all this time I still can’t draw mansions. I’m sure many of you were in denial about the “Evil” Weighted Companion Cube, and the poor cube may not have gotten a particularly happy ending, but we may all rest a little easier knowing it never fully succumbed to the forces of evil.
I hope you all enjoyed this little mini-arc. It sure has been tiring and made me question my rushed schedule. I think I wore out my back too. You should all be appreciative of how much I go through to get you your badly drawn funnies. Y’all better keep them brownies coming. Miss Hedgey demands brownies for life!
Let’s play a game. See how many references to past comics you can find here. If you can’t find at least one, then you need to do some archive binging. Just don’t binge too hard. I don’t want you guys getting addicted to archivahol.
Another game you can play is trying to figure out how everything is connected and what sort of plot is going on. Just keep in mind that most of what you see here at Fruit Incest is made up off the top of my head or left intentionally vague for you to fill in the blanks, so if you think this story sucks then you only have yourself to blame.
No love for the poor Folklorist. Maybe if he did things a little nicer people would be less inclined to screw him over all the time. You know things are going bad when your plans are thwarted by people who call themselves the Ghost Crusters. That’s not even a clever pun. Here’s hoping our anti-hero catches a break someday.
You all remember the farmer right? He was one of the first one-shot characters in this comic, but as you all should know by now, one-shot characters get a bit more leverage in this comic. You really have to wonder whether or not this guy lives near Nowhere, Kansas if he’s dealing with giant robots and UFOs on a regular basis.
Also, because I know someone will point this out, yes, I am aware or the irony in calling this comic “Circles” despite the crop “circles” not actually being circles.
OCD count: 11*