kramer_vs_kramer
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Look everyone! I done made a series. Fifteen parts. One joke. See if you can spot it!
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| Mwahahaha! There it is, Earth, ripe for the conquest! Soon the planet will be an icy wasteland, and I, Gunther von Eis, shall reign supreme! | |
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| So what's the plan, boss? | |
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| I must freeze the planet before we land because, as you know, the slightest bit of heat may well cause my gruesome demise. | |
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| I was wondering about that bit. If you can't handle heat, why did you hire a fire breathing dragon as your right hand man? | |
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| It's because you're very very stupid, isn't it? | |
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| So, boss. How do you plan to freeze the earth so you are able to set foot on its surface without burning up in a grotesque fashion due to your terrible vunerability to heat? | |
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| I dunno yet. I was going to plan that part over dinner. Fancy a curry? | |
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| Ooh! And we could get those cocktails that they set fire to! | |
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| Look, bitch. I don't care if your boyfriend is a fucking rock star. I'm a fucking wizard. If I wanted I could magic myself into any fucking band I wanted. | |
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| Please, mister, just leave me alone. My boyfriend will be back in a minute. | |
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| Actually, that would be pretty fucking cool. I could be in Abba, or Queen, or even Culture Club! And - what the fuck? | |
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| I knew she was frigid, but this is just fucking stupid. | |
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| Boss! Your freeze ray worked! | |
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| Excellent, now all we have to do is increase the power, and this whole pitiful planet will cower under my icy grip. | |
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| Don't worry, it's no problem at all. All I have to do is raise the temperature in the boiler. | |
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| Is that not a bit ricky, on account of you being made of ice? | |
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| Naaah, I'll be fine. All it needs is a few more buckets of petrol thrown on and a quick blast with the flamethrower. | |
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| So anyway, I'm going to form the best fucking band in the world, and I want you to be the groupie. You in? | |
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| Back off sweaty, I've got mace. Hold on- what's that noise? | |
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| What the fuck? It'd better warm up soon, I'm suffering shrinkage here. | |
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