A twisted comic I made in Garry's Mod a long time ago.

 

 

The boss was supposed to be out that day, canvasing a murder scene with Mahouney. Our intel was off, our cover almost blown, and I said the first thing that came to my mind:

"Hey Boss, uh, Syd's just checking forensics on our material witness. Very carefully."

Needless to say, it was this incident which prompted us to become freelance detectives.

No hard feelings though, now we can take turns having sex with girls on comfortable things like a couch and another woman instead of on beakers and test-tubes.

 

 

"Dude, come back and look at the little peices of food in my vomit! I think I can make out Cheerios!"

"..."

"Oh, are you pissed about your complete NES collection? Yeah, that was a lot of barf. Dude, just buy a few copies of Mario Bros. and you'll be fine."

"..."

"Hell, I'll even buy you Duck Hunt. You'll have to buy a new gun, though, because I kind of broke it while having sex with that manchick."

"..."

"Damn, I wish you'd say something. I've been recording everything you've been saying and selling it at high profit to the government. Man, do they love making fun of your sissy woman voice!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP."

"You seem angry. Do you want some aspirin?"

"NO, I DON'T WANT ASPIRIN, I WANT TO GO FIND OUT WHO THE FUCK SHOT OUR ROOM TO HELL."

"I dunno, it could have something to do with the bombs in the elevator."

"RUN YOU STUPID SHIT!"

 

 

Due to circumstances beyond my control, my massive boner not only became the master of my thoughts, it also made me one smoothass talker with teh ladiez. I not only talked my way out of a lethal ass-kicking by a pissed off girl, my boner's pickup lines got me some mighty fine ass...

"Hey, babe, sorry to bust in like this, but there's a special delivery for you."

"I love deliveries. Please give it to me."

"Oh, you'll get it, bitch, you'll get it. It's a rather large package, though. I don't know if you can take the full delivery."

"Don't worry, I always pay in full."

"Well, then, let me just take it out of it's box, and you can start working off your payment."

"Hot fuck, it's HUGE!"

"Yeah."

"Mffleex!"

"Shut up, Syd, I'm getting some ass."

Doggy style is fun, especially when you use shampoo bottles, goat horns, frogs, SNES controllers, metal shavers, Bob Dole, a cell phone, a shoe, and a sporty exhaust pipe.

As Vinic rode that girl like a cheap trampoline, I couldn't help but wonder... what was going to happen next... Who were those guys who busted into our office...? Why would they so bluntly attack us...? Who could they be working for...? ...and should I tell Vinic that the girl he was screwing used to be a guy 4 months ago...?

But elsewhere...

"It seems those two are more clever than I thought... I mean... just imagine, swinging from a phone AND getting laid."

"I think I shall plan out my next move more carefully since I now know what to expect..."

-= THE PLOT THICKENS. =-

"Uh, dude, I'm trying to bone this girl. Christ, be a little sensitive to my needs." I said with an annoyed tone.

"It's been 14 hours."

"Really? Damn, this bitch just won't stop!"

"Get dressed, dude, I'm tired of staring at your cock."

"Hey, can I ask you a question? Are girls supposed to have bigger dicks than the guy's?"

"Uh, maybe I should explain something..."

It was at this moment I broke the world record for the largest volume of vomit accumulated in 30 seconds. Little did I know our adventure was just beginning.

 

 

This is a comic I drew using the Poopdeck as a gift to Shyna, because I thought it would be a really cool thing to do. Not including the week or so that she was without a computer, it took me about two weeks to complete, actual time spent swabbing was around 16 hours and 30 minutes. So here it is, the whole thing in one page. Shyna vs. Headless Bat Swinger.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mr.Syd ...[/center]

In a drunken fury, I hurl myself out the window in hopes of not being sucker-punched again. Vinic seemed really interested with that sexy voice being emitted from the phone and played follow the leader. Now would of been a good time for me to devise a plan.

Vinic ...[/center]

In a stroke of luck, I recieved a dial-tone and lost my connection with my lady-friend, thus forcing me to concentrate on the fact we were falling to our most certain death. Suddenly, in a genius plan, I grabbed Syd, and used the phone as a swing. Damn I am one smooth fuck.

Vinic ...[/center]

But then somehow I lost my train of thought...

As we dangle high above the busy city streets, my partner gets the biggest damn boner someone could have at this elevation. I soon realize his grip is starting to loosen because of the sweat and urge to grab his cock and wank wildly.

Hanging on the rope was getting old... In one mighty burst of momentum we are both sent sailing through the night skies, doing the spider-man right into the naked dame's shower... BONUS!

 

 

Vinic ...

"That's right cuntbitches! After I'm through with you, I'll be the one getting a boner from shitting in YOUR mouth!" bellowed the bum, lawsuitpapers in hand, lawyers jacking off beside him.However, we weren't listening, because we just didn't give a damn. Fucking Germans.

Syd ...

The thugs that busted into our office finally got our attention. From deep gaze within their eyes we knew something was up. There was only one thing to do at a time like this!

Vinic ...

"What are you wearing? Oh fuck, bitch, take dat sheet off and rub yer cunt. ...yeah baby, I'm gettin hard..."
*BLAM!!*
"Dammit, hold on you fat slut. ...Syd, why the hell are you----oh fuckjizz!"
It seemed as if we were gone for. Dead. Wasted. Caput. Screwed. Fucked. Ass-blasted. World-Trade-Centered....We had almost given up hope......until something extraordinary happened.