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Find Him, Bind Him, Tie Him To A Pole

Find Him, Bind Him, Tie Him To A Pole

Of The Coming of Sandwich into my Belly

I wonder happens when we die. If there is more to our thoughts and minds than chemical reactions inside our brains, and if that lives on after death. And if so, does it ascend or plummet to some alternate realm of existance to experience the rewards/punishments of a life well/poorly lived? Or do we become energy, joining the firmament of reality and openning our inner eye to all creation? Or perhaps our consciousness is tied to our decaying flesh?

If the latter is the case, what, then, must my turkey club sandwich have thought, going down my gullet so recently?

"Oh dear, someone is about to digest me. Gobble."
"Hey, there, turkey. I'm pig. Oink."

"Oh, hello, pig. I think we are about to be eaten. Gobble."

"I know we are. When I was alive, my brain was six times the size of yours. Oink."

"Why, oh why, are we going to be eaten? Gobble?"

"Typical of a bird. The true question, my earthbound avian friend, is 'Why did I have to be so delicious?' Oink."

The herb mayonaise stayed out of it, as he disliked conflict.

The Decemberists were as awesome as I thought they would be. And thus, today's comic honors them. Rock on, you linguiphile nerds. Rock on.

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