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'Sup, Dudes!?
Man, getting to space is HARD!!! First, you have to be drawn with pencil on paper, as usual, and you're even inked like you usually are. But then, in order to save ink (and time?) the stars are put in as black dots, with the great, big outer space sky being left a blank white! This leads one to wonder: Am I accidentally in some kind of inverted comic, where everything is like a photographic negative??? It is only at this point that you get scanned into the computer, where all sorts of copies of the lines are made, with each one having a different part of the picture, some in black and some in white, and things are futzed with until everything suddenly looks right. After all of this, you realize that you're in Zero G and feel nauseous as fuck!
Thankfully, I'm a fictional character, so Brian was able to just draw me as not being nauseous (like how I'm not exploding from my bare skin touching the vacuum of space) and that solved everything! Seriously, if you could be a fictional character in a light, zany/comedic webcomic, I highly recommend it. You may have to be in some pretty ridiculous situations at times, but I assure you that it is well worth it for the near-invulnerability. Plus, sometimes the situations are super sexy—I mean cool and rad…Man! (Brian, could Guy Hunkmann reappear in the series soon?)
Also, realism is overdone and overrated. I have no idea what anything on my spacesuit does, except for the tether to my rocket skateboard. Even so, I'm probably 1,000,000,000,000 (that's trillion, with a t) times more qualified to be in outer space than some worthless megalomaniac with too much money and delusions of godhood. I guarantee that none of those dingo turds would look as good in a crop-top spacesuit as I do! (Sorry for putting those images in your head…)
(Oh, and for the people with continued realism concerns, I clearly have a little forcefield around me that's keeping my midsection properly pressurized. See? Even when he's critiquing excessive realism in silly fiction, Brian puts thought into the design!)