Monty by Jim Meddick for February 20, 2013

Can I buy that stuff on the internet?

Rad! an albino, long-eared, midget Fleshy.

I warned you! But did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew it all, didn’t you? Oh, it’s just a harmless little bunny, isn’t it? Well, it’s always the same, I always—

that psychoactive tea,is helluva drug.

I’m gonna have to run and save myself if Meddick gets even 7% more careless with that loincloth.

This strip has gone beyond awesome…

That rabbit’s dynamite!

No Holy Hand Grenades back then, either.

C’mon, Meddick. Ya gave the li’l bun-bun sharp claws; what about some pointy teeth worthy of Caerbannog?

That’s no orrrdinarrry Rrrrrabbit!

To be fair, that is a prehistoric bunny.

Is that an ancester toThe Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog.

Tim: He’s got huge, sharp… er… He can leap about. Look at the bones!

I used to raise rabbits. Do not underestimate how sharp those incisors are.

Monty’s tripping, man!

Just to be blindingly ingenuous: is Monty hallucinating?!—Well, of course. He’s higher than a kite on that Neanderthal joy juice. Doc, I’ve said it before: it’s time to go home and de-tox Loincloth Boy!

gaaa! it’s FRANK!