Hey.
Hey. I tried to leave the apartment and be productive but I got sad and now I'm stuck.
Do you want me to come get you?
Yes please.
Three metres, impressive.
I suddenly remembered that I will never be successful at anything, ever.
Of course. I'll just roll you back inside then?
Please.

Outside

New Comic! One day I'll do a comic about my cave and how awesome and wonderful my cave is and how sometimes I think I could never ever ever leave here. Sometimes I leave my cave and I'm instantly like THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME INCLUDING THAT WHOLE DOG-FACE MAULING INCIDENT. It's just immediate regretsies. But things must be done, jobs jobbed and all that. I usually get more than three metres. Usually.