Ah, the office. Is there anything sexier? The sultry humming of computer servers, the perfumed bouquet of printer toner, the gentle flutter of expense reports in an air-conditioned breeze. The whole place is like a powder keg of hormones and office supplies just waiting to erupt into a little blue collar bow-chicha-bow.
In this week’s comic, we decided to explore the age-old notion of the office romance – and try to get our plucky hero Phil a little action at the same time. We also wanted to introduce a new character, Crosby, who just happens to be a crocodile. Of course, even cold-blooded carnivorous reptiles need a little lovin’ from time to time, which got us thinking about how Crosby might deal with the chicas (answer: probably not well).
In the end of course, love always finds a way, whether you’re a flesh-eating lizard or stuck working in a place filled with horrible lighting and brain-numbing monotony. In other words, maybe being a cubicle dwelling wage-slave really is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Thanks for reading!
-Pol & Adam