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Kill them All, page 13.

Oh-oh. Is he thinking what I think he's thinking?

Kill them All, page 12.

Man, time do fly. But I've complained about that before. And should I really complain? If time (in your perception) is flying, the good stuff arrives faster as well as the bad.

   As for the above - yeah, this day is gonna stick in Scott's memory for awhile.

Kill them All, page 11.

Aaaand there goes team three. Kevlar is amazing stuff, but it doesn't help much when getting run over by a truck.

Inflated Tales, page 9.

Whoops, almost forgot "dessert". And that would be a shame, as this page has lots of pleasure in it.

Program Switch, page 58

The day that getting my dick deepthroated is equivalent to twiddling my thumbs while thinking, I'll.........huh, I'll probably be quite happy, actually.

The Diet, page 18.

Taking out your frustrations on the nearest jerk isn't very grown-up behavior. But then, it's not the sober adult types who hang out a shingle as "Professional Space Hero".

Kill them All, page 10.

Anticipating a gunfight, the hitmen are wearing Kevlar vests. But there ain't no Kevlar socks.

   And if you carry a gun, always have spare ammo close to hand. You don't get to decide in advance how many shots it will take to settle the fight.

Kill them All, page 9.

Aaaaaand the pedal hits the metal. Or in this case, the bullets hit the car.

Kill them All, page 8.

Look at 'em barging in, uninvited. If there's anything I can't stand, it's a rude murderer.

Inflated Tales, page 8.

Huh! Almost forgot to post the traditional "dessert". Where is my head at, these days?

Program Switch, page 57.

Huh - I'm sitting by my desk in a bathrobe, too. 'Cause the instructions from Tucson Gastro said I hadda finish my modest lil' breakfast by 9 AM. Then it's a liquid diet for the rest of the day. Because tomorrow, I have a camera shoved up me, and they want a clear view of my insides. 

  I'm following instructions to the letter, because I really don't want to have to do this again anytime soon. Not only because of the discomfort and indignity, but because of the cost. The cost of heal...

The Diet, page 17.

Yep, not nice at all. Huh, Raebnick seems to have a sense of humor. That's some advanced robotics, there!

    And of course, the papers can't be some random kitchen records - they have to be the exact opposite of what they were looking for.

Kill them All, page 7.

Can you imagine how frustrating it is to send out enforcers to do one's will unto the lower classes, only to have some uppity peasants send them back in a box?

   That's why "gun control" is being pushed so hard these days. One can't feel truly in control while the stinkin' serfs can still shoot back.

Kill them All, page 6.

   There's still paper phonebooks - I've seen them around. But the cellphone generation mostly uses them for doorstops.

Kill them All, page 5.

Welp, October is up. Next posting in November. And have I thanked you folks for your contributions, recently? I got some gnarly medical bills coming up that would be a real problem if it wasn't for the Patreon moolah. THANK you!

     I appreciate only getting my ass reamed by the colonoscopy camera, not the bills for it.

Inflated Tales, page 7.

Yup, yup. I really can't wag a finger at lesbians - I like girls a lot, too.

Program Switch, page 56.

Yikes! Good thing cartoon characters are stretchy.

The Diet, page 16.

Re-reading these early pages of mine still amuses me. Seems the fourth richest man in the galaxy has open garbage piles next to his house. And somehow Raebnick made the sound and smoke of burning rubber as they peeled out - without any tires on the car.

   Maybe "burning rubber" became so traditional that cars now have special smoke vents and speakers to simulate the noise and smell?

Kill them All, page 4.

Yeah, dude. You don't say "Fuck you" to the guy who's already shot you once!

Kill them All, page 3.

Savage may be ....uncomplicated..., but he's not stupid. He's got cameras in his apartment building's hallways and a silent alarm on his door. If you were a killer vigilante, wouldn't you? These guys were doomed the moment their lockpick touched  the front door.

Kill them All, page 2.

Oh no! Don't tell me that this is gonna be a three-page comic....?

Inflated Tales, page 6.

"Oh hi, Spena! I haven't seen you since I fisted you to pull a key out of your vagina for my wizard quest! How have you been?"

Program Switch, page 55.

Sex as a brand new activity, with no stigmas attached to it. That idea is .....original? I've never seen anyone else doing this concept. I've barely scratched the surface of the possibilities, I'm thinking.

The Diet, page 15.

More Saturday silliness. Hmmmm...humor depends, in part, on surprise. I wonder if my loyal readers will be able to see this gag coming?

Kill Them All, page 1.

Well, the votes cast overwhelmingly approved more Savage Squirrel stories, so here begins another adventure with our community-minded lil' hero. Enjoy!

Savage Funnies #4 alt cover.

That's right - while searching, I found this cover I'd drawn for SF #4. It was ultimately rejected in favor of the cover you see below here. It's hard to believe now, but back in 1995, blatant funny-animal boobage was considered mildly controversial.

   But just so's I didn't completely waste my time drawing it, here it is as a "dessert".

Savage Funnies #4 cover.

For the next Patreon Perk, I was going to privately publish Savage Funnies number four. It would contain "The Fix" and a snarky Fission Chicken story that also took a swipe at Barney the Dinosaur.

   But alas, search though I might, I couldn't find my copies of the Fission Chicken story I had bought for the book. And I can't write to J.P. Morgan (F.C.'s creator) for fresh copies, because J.P. died back in 2010. Damn, Father Time can be so mean!

   But while searching ...

The Fix, page 16.

Yep, it really does! OK, that wraps up this little story. But now I'm in a Savage Squirrel mood, kinda. Do you-all want to get right back to the Mink stories, or do you have the patience to sit through another Savage tale I just drew with the cheerful title of "Kill Them All"?

Inflated Tales, page 5.

And as is traditional, the Teeka dessert follows the main Program Switch course. And I suppose I could twist that into a comment on the story - after being overstuffed with cock, Liddy has more dick for dessert, something like that? Girl must really be in heat....

Program Switch, page 54.

The "sex" craze is spreading like wildfire in the high schools of the hoi polloi.  Not wanting to be seen as stuffy and backward, hoity-toity academies are getting in on the act, too. Sex is the wave of the future, as any fool (even a highly educated one) can see.