aerosol deodorant was never designed as deodorant. It was designed to spray the fuck all over the place so you cannot have an excuse for offending your company. Even the directions are obscure and run along the lines "Just hose yourself down. Enjoy!"
or dream therapy went too deep. It was found in the mountains and infected the brass. Everyone went insane or died, or a little of both. Then they came back to civilization and spread the word. Sometimes it's better to sleep than to walk, but if you sleep too deep you never wake up. Then you're gone and something takes the place of what was left behind.
I can see Charles and Katie having this argument where she's going "I no talkies." And he's sayin "I hear you talkies." And Samm bein confused as fuckers. Just fuckin tell people your hulloocinatin <~This is an actual word?) No shame in it, ma'am
Jenny needs more kittens. This is a shitty thing to say, but you gotta take it easy and eat right. Heart palpitations lead to anxiety attacks and those aren't fun I know you got a lot going on, but you're no good to us sick, soldier
Sincerely, your horde of fans.
On a lighter note, look at all them eyes. Pray there are not a few red in there...
There's more drama in book department than the actual comic. Eventually you'll catch up, so long as you keep heading forward. Or at least that's what the morality lesson in those kids cartoons always tell me