This week’s comic is not true: Pete is far better than most at hitting me, and I don’t mean with bullets. I do wonder, I have wondered, what this comic would become if Pete and I were to have no regard for one another. I think it almost jarring that it would continue to exist regardless. A horrible, lurching abomination. A wretched beast amidst mixed company mulling over it all in his apartment. Mediocrity given form, but not purpose. Huh, that actually doesn’t sound that bad. It’s too bad then that Pete seems pretty keen on continuing this relationship. I’ve given him every opportunity to go for blood, but he never takes it. Biding his time, i think.