I know I'm not supposed to comment on the comics, but I feel it pertinent to mention that I really hate this comic, but was forced to make it by Alex, who finds it hysterical. It represents everything that's wrong with everything. Ever.

In other news, Alex and I have just come to an epiphany concerning our comic. Quite unintentionally, each comic seems to be representative of the way humor is supposed to work, only with a few crucial ingredients missing, leaving something that's still funny, but in a semi-broken way that nobody understands, including me.

What this means is that our comic can be interpreted as some sort of high art form/psychological experiment designed to pry apart the human condition in a way that reflects the inner workings of the soul. DDM is like the equivalent to Dadaism, only with humor. Therefore, each comic is a little gem of beauty and wonder that should be cherished for all eternity.

Also, poop jokes are crazy-hilarious.

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