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I was traveling in France last week (Paris and Annecy) promoting Underworld and SpongeBob so I didn’t have time to draw a new Underworld comic strip. I’ll be back next week with a brand new Underworld strip. So stay tuned and thanks for your time Creep Ratters!
Sometimes you just want to see what something looks like. I’ve had this comic strip in my sketchbook for a while in a different form (originally I had Creep Rat sliding on butter down a sidewalk with a sharp knife). But the butter knife made me laugh and then the gag came to me.
So I had a smoke alarm that would go off in the middle of the night. 1am, 3am, 5am. I’d have to go on a ladder to shut it off. Nothing wrong with the new battery – nothing I could find. I eventually pulled it off of the ceiling in sleepy frustration. Then I felt unsafe so I installed a new one. But it happened all over again. The house I live in in Hollywood was built in 1921 so I fantasized that a silent film clown ghost was fucking with me. That mad weirdly happy. That was the inspiration for this comic strip. Maybe Harry Langdon or Musty Suffer is taking a smoke alarm dump in my house in the night.
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