You would think, even I would think, that this strip came about because I had seen a sparkly word somewhere and had endeavored to integrate it into my nest. Not so!
We have a soft spot, if not a hard spot, for the workings of Dave Gross. By which we mean his books! Not his other operations. But there’s no reason to believe the way in which he metabolizes carbohydrates isn’t also great. I’m sure he puts his own spin on it. But he has found the trick of writing licensed fiction that is fun to read and is also sprankled with ideas you carry out with you.
Jamie, Sandersonian Sorceress Supreme, grabbed Gabriel’s copy of the book and began to read passages from King of Chaos with a gravelly lisp to shame him - she referenced a unicorn’s “hooveth” at one point - and he was seared, with the tasteful grill marks that indentify a true barbecue champion. Sometimes you want to read, but you also want to play Dungeons and Dragons, and he writes books that sort of let you do both simultaneously. For the time conscious, the man is a godsend.
Anyway, I don’t know if it is a spoiler, but there’s a Unicorn in the book somewhere. Maybe more than one. And there’s a word for such a thing. There are out of the way, more than likely specious names for all sorts of animal heaps, it turns out:
A Jerky of Martinets
A Bruschetta of Flatworms
A Lepton of Hummingbirds
A Crunchwrap of Wildebeests
And so on. I don’t think there’s an international body that even keeps track of this shit. I think it’s the wild-ass, motherfucking west.