Alternate Title: Enter The Hellevator
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Sheesh! Mondays! Right? Who’s with me? They are just the worst. This comic was born of my absolute and all encompassing hatred of elevator/parking lot/lunch line small talk. I think the main reason I stopped having a real job was to avoid small talk at all costs. I didn’t watch the game, I don’t T.G.I.F., and I’d rather not discuss the unbearable and oppressive Texas heat since there isn’t a god damn thing we can do about it except die. Actually, that’s what I’m saying to the other guy in the elevator with my eyes. My mouth is making a sort of “meph” sound.
If you go see M. Knight Shyamalan’s Devil,
please email me with the spoiler/twist/reveal/whatever. [UPDATE: I already got the goods and DAMN is that a shittyamalon twist!] I only want to know so I can rank it on my Shyamalan Scale of Twistappointment. My early guess is the elevator is Satan’s esophagus and he’s just swallowing them for 2 hours.
Satan’s Esophagus is my Slayer cover band.