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Part 2 of my thrilling comic about the impending execution of one of my twitter followers.  The idea was that the 30,000th Twitter follower would randomly pick another follower to die, and then that person would be killed for the amusement of the crowd and afterwards we’d all be secure in knowing that this year’s crops would be good and strong and we’d not have to resort to eating dirt and bark and clouds like that one terrible year. In case you’re wondering, that bald guy with the crown is supposed to be me, only the me I wish I was, and the me I wish I was is bald, lumpy and has a fine crown.   Today we find out that the person to be chosen really has an awful name, normally the kind of name that’d make executing them a lot easier, but that they’ve also asked to be executed rather than allow the system to drag them up unsuspectingly, screaming and howling in protest. Without the screaming and protests where’s the fun, yeah? So today’s installment concludes with the murder gang racing somewhere in a panic in a crudely drawn race car.  It’s pretty exciting, I think.  Where are they going?  What kind of car is that?  Is it paid for? I need to go think about all of this, man.  It’s too much! P.S: These vegan chicken tenders aren’t half bad, especially if you dip them in actual chicken.

Part 2 of my thrilling comic about the impending execution of one of my twitter followers.  The idea was that the 30,000th Twitter follower would randomly pick another follower to die, and then that person would be killed for the amusement of the crowd and afterwards we’d all be secure in knowing that this year’s crops would be good and strong and we’d not have to resort to eating dirt and bark and clouds like that one terrible year.

In case you’re wondering, that bald guy with the crown is supposed to be me, only the me I wish I was, and the me I wish I was is bald, lumpy and has a fine crown.  

Today we find out that the person to be chosen really has an awful name, normally the kind of name that’d make executing them a lot easier, but that they’ve also asked to be executed rather than allow the system to drag them up unsuspectingly, screaming and howling in protest.

Without the screaming and protests where’s the fun, yeah?

So today’s installment concludes with the murder gang racing somewhere in a panic in a crudely drawn race car.  It’s pretty exciting, I think.  Where are they going?  What kind of car is that?  Is it paid for?

I need to go think about all of this, man.  It’s too much!

P.S: These vegan chicken tenders aren’t half bad, especially if you dip them in actual chicken.