Vee: So James has fucked off to Boston, and decided to not respond to emails demanding VERBIAGE for this post. Considering where he's gone, and its nefarious origins, that is especially ironic.
Anyway, like so many of our creations, this comic is based on an actual night, where I attacked him with chapstick.
I could no longer stand the sight of his parched, whitened maw.
His reaction was to masticate as if he had peanut-butter all up in his gums, while whining that there was 'shit on his mouf'.They actually make lipbalm for men [unscented and steel gray with manly fonts, naturally], so I must assume that this is specifically a James issue.