Comic Transcripts

[[A mustachioed man, Malki !, stands in his library reading. He is dressed in a white tuxedo.]]
Malki !: Oh. Hello there! I’m David Malki !, explorer, industrialist, and CEO of Wondermark Industries …

[[Walks over to a set where a man is preparing to take a photograph.]]
Malki !: Behind the scenes here at Wondermark, we work to ensure that only the highest quality product reaches your homes and offices.
Photographer: Lose the pince-nez, Chuck. We’re going for upper-middle, not idle rich with this one.
Chuck: Gotcha.

[[A technician in a lab coat is sitting at a computer workstation.]]
Malki !: Our scientists and technicians toil ’round the clock, honing the anachronisms and incongruities that have become synonymous with “Wondermark.”

[[Two scientists stand with a tribesman in a grass skirt and tiki mask.]]
Scientist 1: … So 25% more “ooga booga,” and hold the spear two degrees left …
Tribesman: Like this?
Scientist 2: Better.

Malki !: Why do we do this? Some might say it’s because we’re crazy … well, if caring about your customers is crazy, then we don’t want to be … DAMMIT! Line?
Higgins: (out of frame) “Sane,” Mr. Malki !, sir.

Malki !: … we don’t want to be Spain.
Director: (out of frame) — aaand CUT!

[[Malki ! removes his tie while talking to his assistant.]]
Malki !: Thank God that’s done! Higgins, where’s my goddamn appletini?! Denise, cancel my appointments. And fire Higgins.
Higgins: (rushes over with a martini glass) Coming Mr. Malki !, sir!

{{alt-text: every word the gospel truth}}

#214; Guest Comic by Steve Carey transcribed by in

[[A mustachioed man, Malki !, stands in his library reading. He is dressed in a white tuxedo.]]
Malki !: Oh. Hello there! I’m David Malki !, explorer, industrialist, and CEO of Wondermark Industries …

[[Walks over to a set where a man is preparing to take a photograph.]]
Malki !: Behind the scenes here at Wondermark, we work to ensure that only the highest quality product reaches your homes and offices.
Photographer: Lose the pince-nez, Chuck. We’re going for upper-middle, not idle rich with this one.
Chuck: Gotcha.

[[A technician in a lab coat is sitting at a computer workstation.]]
Malki !: Our scientists and technicians toil ’round the clock, honing the anachronisms and incongruities that have become synonymous with “Wondermark.”

[[Two scientists stand with a tribesman in a grass skirt and tiki mask.]]
Scientist 1: … So 25% more “ooga booga,” and hold the spear two degrees left …
Tribesman: Like this?
Scientist 2: Better.

Malki !: Why do we do this? Some might say it’s because we’re crazy … well, if caring about your customers is crazy, then we don’t want to be … DAMMIT! Line?
Higgins: (out of frame) “Sane,” Mr. Malki !, sir.

Malki !: … we don’t want to be Spain.
Director: (out of frame) — aaand CUT!

[[Malki ! removes his tie while talking to his assistant.]]
Malki !: Thank God that’s done! Higgins, where’s my goddamn appletini?! Denise, cancel my appointments. And fire Higgins.
Higgins: (rushes over with a martini glass) Coming Mr. Malki !, sir!

{{alt-text: every word the gospel truth}}

#214; Guest Comic by Steve Carey transcribed by in

[[A mustachioed man, Malki !, stands in his library reading. He is dressed in a white tuxedo.]]
Malki !: Oh. Hello there! I'm David Malki !, explorer, industrialist, and CEO of Wondermark Industries ...

[[Walks over to a set where a man is preparing to take a photograph.]]
Malki !: Behind the scenes here at Wondermark, we work to ensure that only the highest quality product reaches your homes and offices.
Photographer: Lose the pince-nez, Chuck. We're going for upper-middle, not idle rich with this one.
Chuck: Gotcha.

[[A technician in a lab coat is sitting at a computer workstation.]]
Malki !: Our scientists and technicians toil 'round the clock, honing the anachronisms and incongruities that have become synonymous with "Wondermark."

[[Two scientists stand with a tribesman in a grass skirt and tiki mask.]]
Scientist 1: ... So 25% more "ooga booga," and hold the spear two degrees left ...
Tribesman: Like this?
Scientist 2: Better.

Malki !: Why do we do this? Some might say it's because we're crazy ... well, if caring about your customers is crazy, then we don't want to be ... DAMMIT! Line?
Higgins: (out of frame) "Sane," Mr. Malki !, sir.

Malki !: ... we don't want to be Spain.
Director: (out of frame) -- aaand CUT!

[[Malki ! removes his tie while talking to his assistant.]]
Malki !: Thank God that's done! Higgins, where's my goddamn appletini?! Denise, cancel my appointments. And fire Higgins.
Higgins: (rushes over with a martini glass) Coming Mr. Malki !, sir!

{{alt-text: every word the gospel truth}}

every word the gospel truth

Guest comic by Steve Carey of Poppycock Theatre.

20 years ago (in photocomic form)

A young David Malki !, Steve Carey, and Ryan North, June 2006.

The computers tell me it was 20 years ago, June 9, 2006, that I arrived in New York for my first-ever comic convention as an exhibitor, MoCCA.

It was an important trip for me, a milestone in what would go on to become my career.

I wrote a little reminiscence on Patreon (free/unlocked) — including a first-since-then reprint of the photocomics I made at the time, documenting the trip!

Read the rest here: [ 20 Years Ago (In Photocomic Form) ]


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