Ah, that subtle distinction between three and four.
It's time to admit you have a problem. 235 comics in 3 and a half months. I know the feeling: your dreams are animations of Maura, Russ, wiguhooker, and Tom Cruise; you've twice tried to delete unwanted characters in your life; while you're not completely convinced Ted Kennedy exists, you're relatively certain that Satan does, and that he owns a rocket, a tv, a pc, a mike(and stand), a phone, and a pair of Scandinavian fighting midgets.
Take your stiff cramped fingers away from the keyboard and smell the fresh air outside. Yes, there is an outside. Do it. Do it now.
We're here for you.
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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.