Hi people, IcedFireFrenzy here with a new fanfic! I am creating comic ideas based off of the web comic series Cyanide and Happiness. They are original and crude, just like the web series.
Enjoy!
A general and a few privates march through a training camp, chanting something rather traditional.
"I don't know what I've been told!" The general shouts as he marches.
"I don't know what I've been told!" The privates repeat.
"Seriously, what have I been told?" The general asks to his trainees, genuinely unsure.
"Hey Strobel," Mark asks his green-shirted friend.
"What?" Strobel replies, somewhat irked.
"I just got back from golfing and I got an Eagle!"
"Joyous. Lemme guess, you want me to see it?"
"All you have to turn around." Strobel turns around to see an eagle fly into the panel and land on his head, the bird clawing at it vigorously.
"Hey dude," a red-shirted fellow says to his yellow-shirted friend. "I just tapped that ass over there.
"I don't see anyone who has a tappable ass," the man in the yellow shirt says.
"No, I mean I just tapped that ass over there." The red-shirted man points to a donkey that is next to his friend. The donkey does nothing but stand there, though the friend is giving the red-shirted man an unamused look.
"Hey Rick!" Patrick, a green-shirted fellow says.
"Hey bro!" Rick, a grey-shirted man says back.
"Broham!"
"Broheim!"
"Brohemia!"
"Brosenplatt!"
"Brodecai!"
"Brodysseus!"
"What," Patrick somewhat asks in disbelief.
"I just made this the BRO-dyssey!" Rick announces, though he is now dressed in a toga. Patrick leaves the scene, giving his friend the finger. In the last panel, Patrick's hand is still shown, though Rick is shown with a frown and his head hanging low.
The first panel shows Sir Mix-A-Lot dancing with a bunch of chicks.
"Mah anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns, hun!"
The last panel shows an anaconda slithering around and the female dancers holding up hamburger and hot dog buns.
"Heaven," a jazz singer begins to sing. "I'm in Heaven." He is surrounded by blue skies and white clouds.
"No you're not," Jesus says to the singer.
If you are offended, I am sorry.