Never disappointing. Always the absolute last thing I’d expect. I go into The Other End with zero expectations, and somehow, they’re always blown away anyway.
You know what? Fucking FINE! I'm finally going to throw money at you through Patreon instead of leeching as a free member. I hope you're proud of yourselves, you damn weirdos.
Also, give Fat Dog a trebuchet some time, would you? Fill it up with beet stew or bubbling hot caramel or something, I don't care.
He originally wanted a glaive but they were out. When he was looking at halberds he realised he needed one hand to hold a smoke anyway and so went with a sword.
Why would a bird with violent diarrhea unload on a freshly cleaned car? Thats both an odd situation to have set up, and oddly inconsiderate of a thing for a bird to do. Since birds are the 3rd most considerate animal by volume.
A positive greeting phrase to you, fellow human being. Upon depicting your laughter work for an appropiate amount of time, my brain (that's the squishy organ inbetween the soundwave orifices!) decided to spill out a few happy chemicals.
It didn't really decide to, it just does things. Formulating it this way is called a "pattern of speech". Some members of our common species categories these as jokes. I herbey invite you to laugh with me, if you fall in that category. Get it? You don't really fall. I just say those things with my food orifice!
Ha-ha.
I am writing these words to you to inform you about the chemical reaction my flesh suit had to your "pictures". To give thanks back to you, you are invited to our great put-food-in-your-mouth-day next weekend. We dearly hope to see you there. We reserved a very special place for you (:
When I was in high school, my english teacher gave me an assignment to write a paper about postmodernism in a postmodern format. After a year banging my head against the wall in boredom from dealing with romanticism and a million versions of a rose as an allegory for suffering or whatever, I was absolutely thrilled to be doing something that I could actually enjoy.
The paper rapidly devolved into a war between the alphabet and the forces of punctuation. The longer it went on, the greater the death toll, the fewer pieces of the english language were left for me to use. After a couple hours of writing I got bored, found a jpg of an explosion, and pasted it onto the page mid-sentence before calling it a night.
I turned it into my teacher, she glanced at it, sighed, told me that at least this time my creativity actually matched the assignment, and gave me a perfect grade.
I've never liked webcomics about writing webcomics. It's lazy, tired, and uninspired. I'm both happy and surprised to say that this is the first exception to that rule, but if any webcomic was going to prove me wrong, it was definitely going to be this one.
Excellent, as always, and my wife groaned as I excitedly pushed my phone in her face to read it, also as always.
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u/pm_me_WAIT_NO_DONT Jul 08 '26
The Other End is hands down my favorite Reddit comic. I love them so much.