I love Aric’s expression in the second panel! That is totally the face you make when you are suddenly attacked by a misshapen cookie bigger than your head with arms and legs. I also like the continuation of the expression Lemmo’s had since Aric expressed his wish to be left. He is just ticked off and hurt and confused and now Aric is friggen yelling. I feel for him.
Wait, wait, why does everyone suddenly think Chip the Biscuitd00d is evil? Perhaps he just wants to open his mouth as close as possible to Aric’s face so Aric can smell the yummy chocolaty goodness inside Chip… Or perhaps a fountain of smaller and edible chocolate chip cookies will now emerge from Chip’s mouth…
Or perhaps Chip considers being eaten the greatest honour ever, and thus now wants to eat Aric because Chip thinks Aric is worth such honour. I wish Lemmo was there, at least Lemmo would’ve understood the situation to its fullest extent and would’ve explained it all to good old conservative Aric.
GUYS GUYS! don’t you see? Aric is beginning to doubt if splitting with Lemmo is the right choice! and with this strange advance from the cookie thing maybe their adventures will continue as they had been.
Hostile?! Are you guys crazy? Because offering a huge pile of beautiful melted chocolate right in front of your mouth is suddenly a declaration of war?? Chip the Biscuitd00d is just showing how truly delicious he is
Dreamstohack has a point. This one time (at band camp… no, not really) when I was, what, 16, it came up in conversation among attractive strangers that it had been three years since my last kiss.* A young woman of drinking age looked shocked and dismayed and saw to it that this pattern would be broken. She’d been drinking creme de cacao or somesuch. My first Hershey’s Kiss, you might say. I would not call this hostile. :)
To me, any strange cookie that suddenly appears beside me, pats my leg, stares at me for several minutes, then leaps screaming at me, or uses more than two commas per sentence, deserves to be cut into 8 sections with a bug sword and eaten. But that’s me, and it’s been said that I’m harsh.
May 25th, 2009 at 4:12 am
Holy cow that’s scary looking.
May 25th, 2009 at 6:40 am
Is that a cookie?
May 25th, 2009 at 8:10 am
i always had my suspicions about that “thing”
May 25th, 2009 at 9:04 am
I love Aric’s expression in the second panel! That is totally the face you make when you are suddenly attacked by a misshapen cookie bigger than your head with arms and legs.
I also like the continuation of the expression Lemmo’s had since Aric expressed his wish to be left. He is just ticked off and hurt and confused and now Aric is friggen yelling. I feel for him.
May 25th, 2009 at 9:24 am
I KNEW that cookie was evil!
May 25th, 2009 at 9:27 am
Is that cookie spitting chocolate at him?
May 25th, 2009 at 9:28 am
It’s official. If it’s an ugly confectionery, it’s evil.
May 25th, 2009 at 10:09 am
Lemmo! Look behind you!!
May 25th, 2009 at 10:56 am
Rain: Yes. It’s… comfort food.
We’ve come to call him Chip the Biscuitd00d.
May 25th, 2009 at 11:36 am
hmm, i’m sure that Chip the Biscuitd00d just needs a friend. he’s just speaking the way he always does, thus teh reason he has no friends :(
May 25th, 2009 at 1:01 pm
Wait, wait, why does everyone suddenly think Chip the Biscuitd00d is evil? Perhaps he just wants to open his mouth as close as possible to Aric’s face so Aric can smell the yummy chocolaty goodness inside Chip… Or perhaps a fountain of smaller and edible chocolate chip cookies will now emerge from Chip’s mouth…
Or perhaps Chip considers being eaten the greatest honour ever, and thus now wants to eat Aric because Chip thinks Aric is worth such honour.
I wish Lemmo was there, at least Lemmo would’ve understood the situation to its fullest extent and would’ve explained it all to good old conservative Aric.
May 25th, 2009 at 1:49 pm
I’m sure that’s just his way of trying to right the wrong that is Aric and Lemmo splitting up. I can hear it now:
“*Raaaraa ahhhraarrhhh roarrag blargggah!”
*Clearly this is all a misunderstanding and can be resolved in a diplomatic fashion.
May 25th, 2009 at 4:06 pm
Aric should pick up his bug leg and use it as a sword against Chip, unless Chip isn’t being hostile…which doesn’t seem to be the case.
May 25th, 2009 at 5:41 pm
Whatever it is, it’s not getting a name anytime soon….
May 25th, 2009 at 8:26 pm
Reminds me of those old commercials with the raisons singing Marvin Gaye songs. haha
May 26th, 2009 at 6:36 am
that’s pretty creepy…
May 26th, 2009 at 2:59 pm
Aric’s expression is one of “OH SH-“
May 26th, 2009 at 4:53 pm
GUYS GUYS! don’t you see? Aric is beginning to doubt if splitting with Lemmo is the right choice! and with this strange advance from the cookie thing maybe their adventures will continue as they had been.
May 27th, 2009 at 5:59 am
He may have a point there.
*takes on old announcer voice* Only time will tell….
May 27th, 2009 at 6:30 am
Turnabout is fair play… seems poetical justice that a cookie might eat a person for once!
May 27th, 2009 at 9:45 am
*hee* Saw that one coming. ^_^
May 27th, 2009 at 11:09 am
Hostile?! Are you guys crazy? Because offering a huge pile of beautiful melted chocolate right in front of your mouth is suddenly a declaration of war?? Chip the Biscuitd00d is just showing how truly delicious he is
May 27th, 2009 at 12:43 pm
Dreamstohack has a point. This one time (at band camp… no, not really) when I was, what, 16, it came up in conversation among attractive strangers that it had been three years since my last kiss.* A young woman of drinking age looked shocked and dismayed and saw to it that this pattern would be broken.
She’d been drinking creme de cacao or somesuch. My first Hershey’s Kiss, you might say. I would not call this hostile. :)
* That’s a whole other story.
May 27th, 2009 at 5:58 pm
wow, exiting!
May 29th, 2009 at 8:58 am
What a betrayal.
July 13th, 2009 at 7:18 am
You gotta eat them cookies before they eat you, I always say (probably why I need to loose weight).
November 3rd, 2010 at 10:54 pm
I imagine it’s saying something like, “ARAGHLABARGLE!”
January 9th, 2011 at 9:19 pm
To me, any strange cookie that suddenly appears beside me, pats my leg, stares at me for several minutes, then leaps screaming at me, or uses more than two commas per sentence, deserves to be cut into 8 sections with a bug sword and eaten. But that’s me, and it’s been said that I’m harsh.