Great! Now we've wasted a whole strip discussing filmmaking. Time is running out for us, Diablo-chicken!
In a way, there's a monster after all of us and that monster is time. And time is the monster that you can't outrun forever. Everyone's strip runs out of panels eventually. Such is life.
How about you shut the fuck with the philosophy, Camus, and help me find a way to kill the monster at the end of the strip?
