So I clock out for 24 hours and chris goes on a whine-fest about being "over worked."
Permit me to respond to this after so many pages, and 36 hours of no sleep.
Chris claiming to be overworked is like Nick Bates claiming to be innocent. I guess chris is bringing this up to get in good with another artist in hopes to either draw them into his game of pretend-until-the-bank-takes-his-house, or simply hope to get someone else to draw his comics for him. Chris knows he sucks at drawing, the SNT pictures proved that. As for the headaches chris has, well, they might be imaginary too, or at the very least mild enough that someone can just tune them out by focusing on other things. Of course, I can also see chris downing pain pills then proclaiming his magic powers took the pain away.
And of course we see his ego resurface with his 'word to picture ratio' comment and his pronouncement that everyone who talks bad about him will die in the merge. Oh can we please fast forward to Barb's death? Maybe have the health inspector condemn the house? I know chris will never ever be humbled no matter how low he sinks, but my god I want something to wipe that smug sense of self satisfaction off chris's face once in a blue moon.