[[Gax is gesturing towards Mr. Meanscary]]
Gax; Gaxians secrete serotonin to aid in COMBAT. It reacts with GROBBLAX in the air to create a potent FEAR TOXIN! But for some reason it doesn't work on humans!
Mr. Meanscary; What- What is grobblax?
Gax; You know. GROBBLAX. It's like ten percent of the atmosphere!
Mr. Meanscary; We don't have grobblax.
Gax; Are you an IDIOT? Atomic number 86.
Mr. Meanscary; 86 is radon.
Gax; RAY-DONN? Sounds FAKE
[[Zone out with Gax and Mr. Meanscary in silhouette. Dog is behind Gax facing him.]]
Gax; . . .Wait, what does serotonin do, then?
Mr. Meanscary; Makes people feel happy and content.
[[Close-up on Gax who is in angry shock, piecing it together with his hands]]
Gax; Happy and CONTENT?!
Gax; FIFTY MILLION INHABITED PLANETS AND I GET THE ONE WITHOUT GROBBLAX?! <>
[[Gax kicks the dog into Mr. Meanscary's face. Blood splatter surrounds his face.]]
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{{alt-text: It's always disorienting to be faced with the prospect that one's interactions with the world are controlled not by intention, but by neurochemistry.}}
It's always disorienting to be faced with the prospect that one's interactions with the world are controlled not by intention, but by neurochemistry.
Part 4 of this story, and a CLIFFHANGER! (The story started here.)
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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